Rain Dance Research Paper

The Rain Dance I always describe my grandpa as the “energizer bunny” because at eight plus years old, he is still the strongest man in the world in my eyes. My grandparents had a cabin in Durango for over twenty years, after agreeing to go there after my dad fell in love with the town on a skiing trip with his buddies. The cabin is hidden in the depths of the mountains, hidden away from the world like a tiny escape only my family knew about. From the time I was in diapers up until the summer before seventh grade, I would travel to their cabin during the summer. Sitting on the porch with my grandpa, I learned so much about life, family, and even how to spit sunflower seeds properly. Although most of my porch memories blend together, there is one that will always stand out to me. My grandpa and I always sat on the old wooden porch with sunflower seeds and peanuts. The cool afternoon breeze hit our faces, wafting the smell of pine and horses towards us. The sun was usually smiling down on us on a day like this, when it seemed as though my grandpa and I were
The clouds are getting pretty dark…is there gonna be a storm?” I said, secretly praying he’d just say we should go inside…away from the thunder and lightning. He ignored my question, instead turning to me with a face so serious I thought he was about to tell me a deep, dark secret. Oh God, I thought to myself, what did I say? Did I do something wrong? Is he okay? My mind began racing with all the awful things he could be preparing to say to me. He leaned in close, and I followed suit so our faces were inches apart. I could smell his breath, which was salty because of the peanuts we’d been eating, and I could see the smudges on his glasses from when a bug landed on them. “Do you want to do a rain dance?” He asked in a hushed whisper. I tilted my head and creased my eyebrows together in confusion. That was honestly one of the last things I expected to hear my grandpa