Blind Melon - No: Rain

She didn't need to complain about the sun anymore. She had found a patch of earth where she could finally keep her cheeks dry—not by hiding from the light, but by dancing right through it.

There, dancing in a circle around a massive oak tree, were dozens of them. There were bumblebees like her, but also dragonflies with iridescent capes, grasshoppers in green spandex, and butterflies with cardboard wings. They weren't professional dancers; they were awkward, joyful, and beautifully strange. Blind Melon - No Rain

The sky over the valley was a stubborn, unyielding blue. For the people of the town, it was a blessing; for the girl in the oversized bee costume, it was a cage. She didn't need to complain about the sun anymore