#dancingintherain
46 years—a story spun,
where words don’t age, but only run.
Through brittle bones and fleeting days,
your ink still shines in silvered ways.
A love that sparks in enthusiastic "HEY,"
a moment seized, no time to sway.
For what’s a life if not a chance,
to love, to lose, to dance in rain?
You write of loss, you write of pain,
yet make them sing in sweet refrain.
Even when time whispers **** that’s old,”
your verses burn like fire to cold.
So tell me, poet, will you weave
more lines for hearts that ache, believe?
For every word you’ve let untwine,
I stand here reading, lost in rhyme.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 1:37 AM UTC
my happiest self
rain dancing and star gazing,
karmic by my side
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 6:17 AM UTC
No-one knows how fragile you are until you dance in the rain.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC
it was pouring,
you couldn't differentiate my tears from rain
and only focused on the dance
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
In her room, she looked out the window
Seeing the evergreen tree swinging in the wind
The raindrops pelting the window
A few birds, swooping for cover
A little girl standing out in all the gray
Brown hair pulled into pigtails
Wearing bright yellow and red
With a blue polka-dot umbrella
Jumping in puddles
Not even using the umbrella
Unless she was trying to collect rain
Driving to a new state
A new home
Leaving friends
She watched as they drove through a puddle
The water collecting on her window
She imagined that little girl
Her pigtails drooping
Her umbrella dragging
As she walked through the muddy puddles
At school, daydreaming blankly
Looking out the window
As the teacher droned on
About fractions, and decimals
Equations and graphs
She imagined seeing herself
Jumping out the window
Into the puddle on the ground
Splashing water onto the grass and plants
She saw herself
Wearing her favorite yellow raincoat
With her shiny red boots
Her blue polka-dot umbrella
Filled with holes
That the water just ran through
Her hair up in pigtails
With her favorite pink bows
She saw herself as she used to be
Before school was hard
Before she moved
Before she got older
She wished she really could jump out that window
And relive those moments
Before she could dream any further
The teacher called her name
Yanking her out of her red rainboots
Leaving her pink bows laying in the mud
Sadness pulling at her eyes
As she was taken from her happy memories
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
Dancing in the rain
It touches my skin
Erases the pain
I think of you with every drop
Each time it touches a different spot
I close my eyes
I see your smile
If I could stop time
I know you would Stay for a while
Ill wipe your tears
I protect you from Your fears
With every Drop I think of you
You are every one of my dreams come true
I love dancing in the rain with you
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC