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The third and final day of Movement featured grey skies, rain falling to the ground, and fans, drenched but encumbered by the weather. The thunder was not from the dark clouds hanging overhead, but from the heavy bass that filled the air, fueling the crowds to dance harder and throw their hands up high, as though they were challenging the rain to come down harder.
Many came ready for the elements, wearing plastic ponchos. In the slick silhouette of the Ren Cen, umbrellas sprang up like mushrooms bursting through the forest floor. A shiny silver track suit made its way around the festival grounds, appropriate attire for a dreary day such as this. The furry boots that are a festival staple, began to take on the appearance of wet puppies.
But they danced.
They danced through the day and into the night. They got down in the rain. The crowd sang along or pounded their fists in the air to the beat. They were into it.
It was perfect. Nobody cared that it was raining. The musicians performed amazing sets. The array of artists that performed represented a wide range of influences - from 70s soul and late 90s gangsta rap to disco and punk influences.
And the fans took it all in and threw back an infectious energy that propelled the artists to perform in a relentless fury of inspired passion. The music drew in the crowds and held their attention, providing a colorful and frenetic backdrop to the idyllic scene surrounding the festival.
River boats and speedboats barreled down the river, while passengers aboard the vessel threw their hands into the air in support of the crowd, encouraging fans to scream louder with unabashed excitement.
Water collected in droplets on the locust trees as the music drifted through the leaves, then crashed in waves over unsuspecting people. Buildings creating the city's iconic skyline stood steadfast, watching silently over Movement as it does every year at this time.
And as the M Machine sang "No, I can't stop the rain from coming in..." the crowd bobbed their heads in unison- it didn't even matter that the rain pummeled the concrete, falling harder with every word.
Many came ready for the elements, wearing plastic ponchos. In the slick silhouette of the Ren Cen, umbrellas sprang up like mushrooms bursting through the forest floor. A shiny silver track suit made its way around the festival grounds, appropriate attire for a dreary day such as this. The furry boots that are a festival staple, began to take on the appearance of wet puppies.
But they danced.
They danced through the day and into the night. They got down in the rain. The crowd sang along or pounded their fists in the air to the beat. They were into it.
It was perfect. Nobody cared that it was raining. The musicians performed amazing sets. The array of artists that performed represented a wide range of influences - from 70s soul and late 90s gangsta rap to disco and punk influences.
And the fans took it all in and threw back an infectious energy that propelled the artists to perform in a relentless fury of inspired passion. The music drew in the crowds and held their attention, providing a colorful and frenetic backdrop to the idyllic scene surrounding the festival.
River boats and speedboats barreled down the river, while passengers aboard the vessel threw their hands into the air in support of the crowd, encouraging fans to scream louder with unabashed excitement.
Water collected in droplets on the locust trees as the music drifted through the leaves, then crashed in waves over unsuspecting people. Buildings creating the city's iconic skyline stood steadfast, watching silently over Movement as it does every year at this time.
And as the M Machine sang "No, I can't stop the rain from coming in..." the crowd bobbed their heads in unison- it didn't even matter that the rain pummeled the concrete, falling harder with every word.
