Whoever said sunshine bring happiness has never danced in the rain.
The clouds do not bring darkness and sadness into our lives, we have just forgotten how to enjoy the marvelous gifts that they bring. The sun may warm you, but the rain, it cleanses you, stripping away all the layers of who you pretend to be, so that the mask you hide behind falls off, and even though you may have forgotten who's beneath, the patter of the drops against your skin revives you, and this time, in the freedom of the rain, you can laugh, that soulful laugh that not many allow themselves to enjoy.
It's all about strumming a tango in the Argentinean streets.
It's about tapping out a samba in the lights of Rio.
It's about waltzing in the parks of England.
And about pirouetting in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower.
Or about dancing to your own tune under the lamp post in the alleyway.
Or slowly turning about on the grass in the comforting arms of your lover.
Wherever you dance, whoever you dance with, to whichever beat rings true in your heart, remember that there is no freedom such as that which dancing in the rain affords you, that sunshine cannot replace the happiness which the melodic rhythm of rain brings.