And sometimes the rain begins to fall and it feels like if you don’t jump through a puddle you might jump off a cliff. When there’s no discernible plan and the restlessness has become tinged with sadness, and nothing feels right and you don’t want to pray or sing or dance, you still lace up the shoes and run in the rain and dance in a way that makes sense and let the prayers fall from your sweat. Sometimes you go and it doesn’t make everything better and you finish with no answers and the same bad attitude with which you started. But you’ve gone. You’ve gone mere steps but you’ve gone. You go because. You dance because. You sing because. Because you can.