Blind Melon - No Rain -

"I just want to feel the rain," she’d whisper to her reflection, adjusting her mesh wings. "Just a little grey to make the yellow pop."

There, dancing in a circle around a massive oak tree, were dozens of them. There were bumblebees like her, but also dragonflies with iridescent capes, grasshoppers in green spandex, and butterflies with cardboard wings. They weren't professional dancers; they were awkward, joyful, and beautifully strange. Blind Melon - No Rain

For the first time, the sun didn't feel like a spotlight of judgment. It felt like a warm embrace. She realized she didn't actually need the clouds to change; she just needed to find the people who knew how to dance through the heat. As the group moved in a chaotic, buzzing harmony, Heather looked up at the clear sky and finally smiled. "I just want to feel the rain," she’d

Heather didn't hesitate. She didn't wait for an invitation. She scrambled down the hill, her wooden stage forgotten, and threw herself into the middle of the swarm. She realized she didn't actually need the clouds