Dream: the audience was made of rain

I'm on stage at an outdoor venue and the sky is low and gray. I'm doing a slow number, but every time I open my mouth, rain comes out instead of words — not falling, but hanging in the air between me and the crowd. They're all holding their breath. I don't panic, I just keep moving, and the rain shapes itself into a kind of aurora around the lights. I woke up feeling like I'd actually performed something real.