Rain dance A steady beat tapped quietly above my head and suddenly quickened. A stream of feet tap-danced away the time and energy of the day. More and more came to twirl those already there until they all lay on the trees and the grass, Tired from their moves and I, unable to move all day, could only smile. Aerial Ballet Years spent falling left me watching their feet glide across floors and pavement. Pebbled or smooth, bladed or iced, they danced on: no stumbles and no slips. I lay face down. How can I learn their dance moves without bruising myself? I turned over. For the first time I noticed dragonflies, butterflies soar on wind rifts, flap to new heights, dip, dive, delve in circles back and forth, swoop to the ground, up to the sky, pirouette alone, in well-timed groups. Dance of the land. Dance of the skies. Graceful sways. If I could learn to dance. Soothing Distractions Black dots against blue swirl together, create feature movies of whales & tornadoes, boats, hands, undulating waves. Always together over fields, houses & streets, overcrowded highways, the aerial ballet distracts those who enjoy starling ballet.