Dancing in the Rain

Anyone who thinks that sunshine is pure happiness has obviously never danced in the rain.

Wild hands and wild feet

squelching mud beneath

streaks and splotches

of clear, cool liquid

gliding across skin

heart keeps beat

and rain is the instruments

move to the wild, fantastic beat

of the rain

spinning and gliding

and jumping 

and striding

leap high 

clap once to the beat

tap feet

faster and faster

and faster and faster

higher and higher 

and higher and higher

until no more can be took, 

until collapse 

in a heap on the mud 

breathing deep

close eyes 

rest hands and feet

sleep in the rain

until the sun comes out again.