My love and I went to a concert the other night. It was a concert we bought tickets for months
ago and the night was upon us. The day was sunny, hot and humid. We got dressed for the night, picked up subs and our wine so that we could tailgate in the parking lot. It was a night we had looked forward to for months.
We arrived in the parking lot a few hours before the concert, opened the back hatch, turned on the music, and poured ourselves a cocktail with dinner. There were some nice people surrounding us, all bonding over the upcoming excitement of the concert we were all there to see. We sat there, eating and drinking, enjoying each others’ company on our “Saturday Night Date Night” and relaxing. The night got even better when three of our friends showed up at the back of the truck. We all hung out and walked into the concert together. 
My love rented two chairs for us to use on our “lawn seats” and at the moment the first band began to play it started to rain.
And it continued to rain.
We had slickers on, but the rain still managed to soak our shirts and our jeans. We watched the first concert, standing up singing and dancing. The rain still came down and became a bit stronger by the second band. We still stood up and danced and sang, enjoying this date night in the rain.
The third band, our favorite, “Foreigner,” came on just as the skies opened up, and I 
mean opened up with a vengeance! We were covered with protection, yet still soaked through…and it was at that moment, rain so hard that we could barely see one another, that we began laughing out loud…belly laughing…laughing at the sight of each other soaked, covered with “plastic” to keep us dry, and that we waited all night to hear our favorite band and the rain came down as a torrential downpour.
But there’s my point.
We laughed and we laughed together at the sight of my glasses fogged up and the “lake” of rain water piling up in the center of his coat. We laughed because this was so typical of our life together and so typical that we would find something funny in it.
And we did.
And we always will.
Life is about your perspective, and we make the best of ours. We take the unexpected 
and find humor in it because we’re together. We take a night of torrential downpour, of our clothes being soaked beyond belief, of a band that we could barely see through the rain and we made it “ours.” We made the best of it and most importantly, we made a memory.~Anne
Life is meant to be lived, no matter the weather.
And I would rather be dancing in the rain with my love rather than running to seek shelter to stay dry.
Sometimes you have to get wet to see the humor in life; sometimes you have to dance in the rain to find your rhythm together; and sometimes you have to find your funny together, come rain or come shine.
Wishing you love and light,
~Anne Dennish~
and for that I’m grateful.
it and we have to ask ourselves “why?” No one can change us or fix a problem in our life; only we can do that. So today I ask you if there’s one thing you could change about yourself or your life, what would it be?
Anne Dennish - Writer/Author 