Dancing In The Rain

everytime the rains come out, you dance

dance your heart out

dance until your hair is soaked

and your clothes are transparent

and your knees are bent

you are the epitome of what it means to smile on a cloudy day.

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you are as gentle as a puffing cloud

one passing by lazily

floating, idyllic

as calm as the spring showers of May

or the last drop of rain after a glimmering sunset.

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but, sometimes,

the storm comes alive in your eyes

it crackles in your pupils

you have the power of a hundred thunderstorms in your eyes

when you see someone getting hurt

and you unleash

a hurricane upon them.

you look upon things with steel-as if its very flint could cut it.

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sometimes, though, your eyes are fading storms themselves.

they flicker with uncertainty

a thunderstorm boils right at the place your heart should be

like there is a storm of confusion in your mind

as you wrestle with whatever storm is inside you.

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but,

sometimes,

in the space after a rainy day

when the last of the drops hit the ground

and the haze of mist has faded away

you'll see me then.

perhaps, it'd be a bit unexpected

perhaps, you'll be surprised

maybe a storm will flicker once in your eyes

but, eventually, that gentle calm will arrive

and you'll take my hand

and just as sunlight peeks out from the horizon

a little bit will grow inside our hearts

and we'll walk off together, ready to make some of our own too.