A Dance in the Rain - Poetry
Pure, filling my nostrils
And troubling my curtains.
The thunder, I heard her ramblings
Intimidating, like the roar of a lion.
The grey sky, I saw her fleeing
From the tyrant, drab clouds
That have sieged the face of the heavens.
The rains, in their quadrillion, soon descended
Like aliens from space.
The moment, at last became ripe
For me to dance in the rain
To wash away the drudgery of old age
And embrace the pleasure of my childhood years.
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