A Step Half Made

As lightening shone and thunder blew,

I danced the dance that dancers do.

 

They danced it back and asked if I

would mind them dancing through the night.

 

I thought no harm could come of this

besides, such company I’ve missed.

 

Thus, on we danced so unaware

that torrent rains beyond compare

 

fell down in floods on higher ground,

and like a wall came crashing down.

 

Then somewhere in a step half made

the dance I danced was washed away.

 

Now all that’s left for you to see -

remains of the catastrophe.

 

Oh, hopefully from this you’ll know…

don’t ever dance when thunder blows.