The Rain Dance

An ode to rain

i have always said
my favorite time
is dead of night
when storms roll in
and lightning bolts
and thunderclaps
my flesh responds
a sense of awareness
a heightened response,
the gooseflesh, the deep breath
taking it all in

 

ode to the days
when the naked girl
inside of me
lived to dance 
in the rain
of the hurricanes
wind blowing
cross my face
sharp piercing 
windwhipped drops
pelting my skin and my eyes....

even blinded as i danced around
and danced around, dancing and laughing
singing and screaming with the earth...
dodging kamikasi waterdrops i realized...
i live in a perfect world

Melissa Babyak (c) 2007