Shall I
take you rain dancing tonight?
Silence
loud voices,
so you
hear
only mine,
stop and be still, so I can tell you
about
time, and its passing
in a hazy
rush?
Like the
tiny, feeble gusts of wind,
unchecked,
that blew
the stars away?
See, I
learned something many days
ago,
through fingers of the summer’s love:
after one
storm is
done, comes another
to take
its place,
more so if
you look
for them
and chase all the black clouds
‘til
they’ve no place to run…
better
then to seek graceful sun,
in every
person, and every sweet day;
for time
is too short,
for
thunder to pass,
without
you just dance
in the
rain…
…and with
arms for shelter,
we’ll
laugh so hard,
we won’t
hear it anyway.
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