Do you like getting wet in the rain?
Do you like walking in the rain?
No he said, sometimes he does
When the drops slowly roll over you
Caresses you gently….
Doesn’t your body tingle?
Does it not yearn?
Have you never watched the leaves?
Their initial shudders from the first raindrops
Then how they revel and rejoice?
No he said, maybe he had seen it before
When you try and gaze up at the sky
But you struggle to keep your eyes open
The rain sings to you to close them
To listen to the world around you
To listen to what your heart is telling you
Did you never try?
Try to capture the drops in your palms?
Or cup your hands to collect them?
When you slightly hitch up your skirt or fold your pants
Careful not to slip as you tiptoe
As your feet dance to the tunes of nature
Um….could be he said.
As a child, maybe he did?
One drop, two drops, three drops
When you gaze outside the window
Does it never overpower you?
The vision, the smell, the sounds
Did you never leave everything aside?
Quickly make your way out of home
In the park or on the roads
Got yourself drenched from head to toe
Few would have looked out
Wondering, laughing at the lone figure
Walking, dancing in the rain
But did you ever care?
I have never cared
Huh….dancing? I am not a child he said
The clouds were thundering outside
One, two and a million raindrops
Come he said, lets put away clothes before they get wet
Then let’s cook and watch TV he said
I am still a child I said
Come with me if you want
To walk and dance in the rain
Painting Title: Morning on the Seine in the Rain by Claude Monet
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