Snap Dance

(It’s been very humid all day, and my brother and I suffer from asthma. We’re discussing the chances of having a thunderstorm, so our breathing will improve.)

Me: “I wish it’d rain and storm. I can’t breath anymore. It’s like breathing soup.”

Brother: “Really thick soup.”

Me: “Yes!”

Brother:” I know how I can help. I’m going to do a rain dance!”

(He steps outside of our tent, and is jumps up and down whilst waving his arms. Suddenly, out of nowhere, lightning strikes and the thunder is huge!)

Brother:” *whilst jumping inside the tent* “Whoops… I think I did the wrong dance.”