it's been raining heavy for three nights, downpour, not the kinda night anyone wants to be out on the streets, but gravy bones and i are running along a road, looking for shelter already drenched to the bone, we head for a restaurant in the hope that it will welcome us with warm food and shelter, it's late and in these suburbs two waterlogged freakazoids like us are strange and threatening to the late night diners finishing of their deserts and after dinner mints. up ahead i can see the neon glow of the sign above the door and we run past a flower shop set back on the street, and from the corner of my eye i see something very strange. a woman, an aboriginal lady around 60 years old, dancing in the rain. it's an hallucination think and almost immediately i say to gravy bones, 'i'm hallucinating, seeing visions of aboriginal women dancing.'
'no, it's not an hallucination, i saw it to, unless we are both sharing the same vision.'
we enter the restaurant, and we are gazed upon as we wander towards the desk area. we order some food take away, as they say they are closing the table service. we are drawn towards a display, a large cabinet with asian artefacts, a buddha and a strange pointy hat which gravy bones thinks i should wear, but i'm thinking about the strange watery night, the woman dancing in the rain.
i mean this is not a suburb where aboriginal women are usually seen, it's a night where hardly anyone is out, and it's certainly not a night to be dancing outside in the rain. my head tries to give some context to the whole event but it can't, and i like that, that makes sense to me so i smile. 
it's made the night worthwhile.