Waterproof

It wasn't long ago that when the sky would darken,

Heavy and pregnant with the incipient storm,

You would rush outdoors, eager to twirl

In the summer downpour.

As you jumped ebulliently from puddle to puddle

The rain would braid itself into your hair,

Dying it a deep golden brown.

You spun like a dervish;

The storm was eager to dance with you,

Vigorously, ecstatically.

But lately when the clouds rumble playfully

You hide beneath hoods or umbrellas.

Can you hear my gentle tapping?

I'll just keep tapping,

To let you know I'm still here,

That I still remember the way your smile shone

When we danced together.