We will dance in the rain
Wash each other’s scars
And heal all the pain
Tumble down green hills
Under skies that are no longer grey

We will once again dance in the rain
No more crying, no more stress
No more strain
Just take my hand and we’ll runaway for a day

We’ll go dance in the rain
White lilies in my hand
No more darkness, no more shame
Your black top hat and bright gold chain
We’ll go dance in the rain

Every time I see a dream and chase it I run into hurdles. I always find myself running at full speed ready to leap over any obstacle in my way! I see the first hurdle and lunge into the air only to fall and scrape my knee. I wail like a small child who thinks they are dying from a tiny scrape. I am not dying! I get up and start running again tripping over hurdle after hurdle after hurdle and with each fall the scrape becomes a cut and then a ****** gouge until I cannot run anymore.
Finally I am running again and this time with a beautiful scar where I had repeatedly fallen before. I have started off a bit slower this time being more aware of what may lie ahead. I am speeding up and am feeling invincible, unstoppable, nothing can stop me now! I see the hurdles up ahead and I am ready! Hurdle 1! Yes, success! Hurdles 2, 3 and 4! I can see my dream just around the bend, I am almost there! Hurdle 5! I am soaring! Flying down the track! Hurdle 6! My toe catches and I fall. A tumbling but not quite fatal fall in which my scar reopens into that gaping gouge and my other is scraped and my right elbow.
Everything is visible now, everyone knows. I bandage myself up to hide it all, to hide the pain and scars and I continue to move, to trudge, to try and dream again. I am awkward and moving slowly, but I am moving, I am beginning to find motivation. And soon, I will be running this race again.

I didn’t think about it then but now that everything is said and done
I am thinking about it now
I never really brought these questions forward at the time
Because I was going with the flow
I was just letting things be, letting it happen
I didn’t argue with what the universe had to offer
I never expected anything from you
And the one time I did expect something of you, I was let down and hurt

I had so many questions about why you stuck around
Why you enjoyed ******* me, when you could have had anyone
Why you enjoyed spending time with me
Why you moved in with me
Why you complained about me being “dominate” or “marking my territory” last minute
If you didn’t like it, then why not just leave? Why continue to put up with it?

See, I wasn’t exactly emotionally attached, I was emotionally confused
Because you treated me like a person
I told you before that I wasn’t used to the attention that you were giving me
And I definitely wasn’t used to living with the person I was sleeping with

What attracted you to me anyway? There is nothing special about me
I don’t know why you thought I was **** or pretty
I didn’t question it at the time, but now I sit here and ponder it
I sit here and ponder the entire situation
While the whole time it was happening, I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation
Every event that happened made me giggle, even when I was mad

I was just living for the day and watching the sun shine on my lawn
I was in absolute alignment when you were here
And I loved how you could read every vibration I had
Every ****** expression and every physical touch
You understood everything

What I still don’t understand is why you always came home to me
You didn’t mess around with anyone else the whole time
Even knowing you were free to do so
I am still baffled
There was absolutely no commitment and yet you still were loyal
For being so adamant about not wanting to be committed
You sure did a good job of not colouring outside the lines

And, when you said  to me, “It’s going to be a long time before you find someone as good as me in bed.”
It made me think If you think you’re so good for me, then why are you leaving?
I understand that there is nothing here for you in Seattle
And you needed to rescue your best friend, Seattle is a black hole
But why complain to me at the end instead of while it was happening?
Why stick around and continue spending time with me if it bothered you so much?
Why confide in me so much and tell me so much?
Why tell me such personal stories of your childhood and home life?

All the questions are coming out now because of emotional confusion
Not emotional turmoil; no that would mean that I am devastated
I would have been devastated if I had worked that day and come home to find all your stuff gone
Not being able to see you off and say good-bye would have devastated me

I wanted to say so much more to you before you left
And yet, there was nothing to say
I said enough with my “body language” and tears
And all I can repeat to myself over and over again is This too shall pass
Even all the unanswered questions will slowly fade away
Because eventually, one by one, every question will be answered