Dancing in the Rain

I wish I was that tree outside my window.

It stands still for days on end, doing nothing. But every once in a while, it comes to life, charged with an enthusiasm only God could inspire. And it sways and it swirls and loses itself in the arms of a gushing wind and a soaking rain. Rooted, and yet so mindlessly free. Never leaving the spot and yet, transported worlds and eras away.

And just as effortlessly, it returns to its motionless existence.

I wish I was that tree outside my window, just for that one moment, that one dance in the rain.