Dancing in the Rain

I recently came across the quote: “Some people dance in the rain, and others just get wet.” It stuck with me. Not just because it sounds poetic, but because it felt painfully relevant to this current chapter of my life.

Lately, I’ve been living through a season of storms. The kind of season where one thing hits right after another, where it feels like the ground doesn’t even have time to dry up before the next downpour begins. Grief. Disappointment. Uncertainty. Heartbreak. Exhaustion. I’ve felt it all. And for a while, I think I was just getting wet. Standing still in the midst of it all, overwhelmed and weighed down by the intensity of what life was handing me.

But there is pain in just getting wet. It’s passive. It’s lonely. It only amplifies the darkness of the sky already surrounding us.

So recently, during a particularly bad storm, I made a different choice.

I chose to dance.

I didn’t choose to dance because the storm had passed. Not because it had gotten easier or lighter or clearer. But because I realized something that seems so simple yet had a profound impact on my mindset: hard times and good moments are not mutually exclusive. There can be heartbreak and beauty at the same time. There can be grief and laughter, loss and love, darkness and joy—all swirling together like wind and rain.

And the more I’ve embraced that truth, the more I’ve started to feel free in it. Free to laugh, even through tears. Free to show up, even when I don’t feel whole. Free to move through the storm on my own terms.

Dancing in the rain isn’t about denying that the storm is happening. It’s not toxic positivity or pretending everything is fine when it isn’t. It’s about reclaiming our power—our agency. It’s saying, “Yes, this hurts, but still, I will find joy.” I will still reach out to the people I love. I will still laugh with my friends. I will still let myself be moved by music, and sunsets, and the way fresh air feels on my face. I will still live.

It doesn’t make the storm stop. But it makes it more bearable.

Life isn’t easy. We all know this. But our power lies in how we choose to move through the storms. Some days, I still get wet. I still cry. I still feel it all. But more and more I find myself choosing to dance in the rain—even if it’s with tears in my eyes, even if my rhythm is shaky, even if I have to remind myself how.

This season won’t last forever. But while I’m in it, I want to make the most of it. I want to keep moving, keep loving, keep hoping.

If the rain keeps falling, I will keep dancing.

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