DANCING IN THE RAIN

I have this dream to dance in the rain. I dream it over and over again.

Drop by drop, soaked to the bone. You see, I’m not dancing alone.

For her he comes proud and slow. He looks so strong in the street light’s glow.

With his hand he takes my waist. Then gently places the other upon my face.

He guides my lips slowly to his and in that moment he steals a kiss.

He places his hand upon mine and with his thumb traces each line.

He hesitates slightly as if taking a chance then just like that we begin to dance.

Step by step he sets a pace and his eyes never leave my blushing face.

I shiver though not from the cold. Then, he makes a move so bold.

He pulls me tight against his chest. My feet move, but he does the rest.

I melt into his strong embrace a look of pure happiness upon my face.

We dance for what seems like years with nature’s music playing in my ears.

As rain drops tap a steady beat we sway in the wind moving our feet.

I couldn’t have dreamed anything more sweet, but to dance in the rain.

Over and over again.