Am I Part Indian?

Never poo poo my rain dancing.  It works!!!  But first, I had to move that oh so heavy bed out of MY bedroom into the spare room.  I moved it an inch at a time, I'm sure the equivalent of a mile.  I had to back out once completely, to turn it around and fit it in the door.  

I expected to be very sore this morning, but surprisingly, the rain dancing not only brings rain, but gets rid of overworked muscle soreness.  Who knew??  Here's the new beauty in all her glory.  Ashley Furniture delivered it right on time and had it set up in minutes.  

It's Jessie approved, mostly because at the bottom is a 15" tall ottoman I purchased so she didn't have to jump so high.  She's taken a tumble or two in her old age.

So I'm pretty sure I'm part Indian.  I did my little rain dance yesterday, careening around the house like a crazy woman.  It doesn't take long, mostly because I run out of breath.  At any rate, in the late afternoon, what should I hear but thunder.

I checked the forecast.  YES!!!  Look at that rain heading my way.  

It poured and poured!!  Not a lot of lightning, but lots of beautiful water.

Sunset came along with even more rain.  The desert smells so good when it's soaked!

Really, I MUST be part Indian.  Maybe there was someone in the woodpile.   Just as the sun went down, lightning began to light up the sky.

That's when I remembered my lovely new bed.  I thought boy am I going to sleep well tonight.  NOT!  That little rain dance created a monster.  I woke up at midnight to sounds worse than any freight train.  The wind was shaking the house and rattling the trees louder than I've ever heard.  It was scary!

No more rain dancing for me!!  Well just one.  I woke up again at 3:00 with the worst charlie horse ever in my leg.  I had to get up and dance around a little for relief.  That's when the SECOND charlie horse hit the OTHER leg.  I never got back to sleep.  My rain dancing days are over!!