The Dance

The hot summer rain
cools my lips
it splashes upon
my upturned face

My feet move
in dance
moving to the beat
of the falling rain

The water
trickles down my fingertips
as my arms reach upwards
grasping the sky

My hair mats
to my face
strands stick to
my closed eyes

The dance fills me
with fire
my toes splashing
water to the rhythm

The world is quiet
the cares are gone
people stop to stare
at the dancer in the rain

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