In rain—ironically grey—
the most inspiring of all conditions,
we fog up windows with our laughter
blow bubbles in our chocolate milk
and it makes the world spin better.
faster, no. just better.
Our function improves too
as we either run or stop completely
and let raindrops pat eyelashes; leave
blue kisses on red lips.
Umbrellas are so silly, anyway.
And you wonder if somebody danced for this--
because for all the wandering thoughts
that find guidance in the rain
I am wandering, too.
And yet I’m dancing all the same.
(Published in the 2009 Walkabout Creative Arts Journal)
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