Rain Dance

We were returning home after picking up my car from the mechanic, it was past the usual dinner hour. Since we live on a rural route, it was a dark and lonely road, we were the only cars and the roads were soaked after a few days of rain. My husband was in the lead in his van and he stood hard on the breaks.

”What on earth,” I thought, stopping hard behind him. A full minute later, after seeing nothing, he slowly took of. Dashing out was a young possum, spinning and gyrating on the road, holding me hostage. He was dancing a loop, spinning and twirling, chasing his tail and changing direction. It was the oddest thing. He eventually ran off, and I slowly proceeded catching up to Shawn.

At home we concluded that the possum was doing a rain dance either in thanks for what had already fallen, or asking for more. In any case, it was odd.