You can tell by the gathering thunderheads that enough modern day shamans must have performed today’s most effective rain dance rituals— either by washing their cars or planning outdoor weddings in the spring. Not to be superstitious, but let us not jinx this by looking at the weather channel rather than stepping outdoors to feel the air. And quick, before the sky opens, let us reroute these aluminum gutters, street side gullies, concrete culverts, dikes, ducts and drains designed to protect us from flood by dehydrating the landscape. With some reverse engineering, backwards pioneering, and a handy undo-it-yourself mentality we can turn convention on its head like an upside-down umbrella and slow, spread, and sink this sweet rainfall. Let’s dig us some swales swollen with saturated sponges of punky wood and mushroom mycelium and strengthened with the rebar-like roots of resilient plants. Watch as these drops filter through the earth to fill our emptied aquifers, those underground rivers thirsty too long now under impervious parasols of parching pavement. Shakened and awakened by the thunder on the horizon now, why not go out barefoot in these cold showers, quench our skin, celebrate and sing our appreciation with the frogs?