Today, I drove home for the first of two reasons: To see my dad's band play publicly. Although it wasn't a first for them, it was the first time I got to see it. They were playing at a local music festival for the third time, and had quite a few return audience members. Very impressive.
But, of course, today of all days it rained. They had a dry period to set up, but after that it grew from a sprinkle to full blown rain storm, until the second dry period: just in time for their tear down. They were troopers. They played for their entire two hour set; for the whole duration of the storm, with nothing but the protection of a tarp. The singer was soaked by the third song.
They didn't let the rain get in the way. They took what was given to them and they made the best of it. They took the clouds and the rain and gloom and they filled it with the beauty of their music - And we celebrated by dancing through the rain.
It was like we were five years old again- running and jumping through the puddles, not a care in the world.
That's what I call joy. Have you felt it today?
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