Rain dance

Oh just getting outside. Dancing to my music in the
rain. Ah what a sight to see. Too bad you missed it.

Ha. Giggling and making waves in the wind. So choppy
the air is. Loving every minute. Not wanting people
to wonder about the crazy dancing in the rain, I stop.
Such happiness erupts from spirit.

Empty out the nerves into the breath. The coldness
soaking down deep between fleece and pale skin. Ah
how soothed I am of this chill.

Small steps I take to prolong any second in the rain.

Shaking head at how silly I seemed just moments
ago. Still any chance I get I take, to be outside.

A feeling of total freedom and a sense of purity. One
day at a time.

Oh just to escape with me for a minute, for a hour.
Take this journey with me. One stop to the next.
Would you, if you had that moment?

A sigh is released as classical melodies ask me to
calm down so low. To inhale, to exhale and talk to
Jehovah. Giving him a huge smile and grateful thanks.

Now to take one more step outside. To dance down the steps only to peek my head out from under the
awning of a building. Leaning my head against
brick. A soft whisper.

A melody begging me to sing. Not one more, not
two more, not three more but several drops of rain
to drip across my face, slide down freckles and over
lips as I smile.

So join me in this memory making moment. Right
now. Tonight. Just the sky and rain. Hold tight.