Dancing in the Rain | Short Poem No. 37

Have you ever been dancing in the rain?

I lean outside my window.

Why are the clouds so grey?

Today is the day I planned to see you.

Why must this world put my love on delay?

You call me on the phone,

I hear your sweet voice.

This weather attempts to leave me depressed

but this romance leaves me no choice.

So I swing by your work and I drag you outside.

You give me your protests, but I won’t listen.

The clouds begin to pour – to ruin our day.

But I love how the raindrops makes your face glisten.

Dancing in the Rain

It may be raining, but I love you.

The dark clouds can’t deny that I can’t resist you.

So we’ll wash our souls in the rain

as we dance a dance for two.

The streets are flooding and our feet are wet.

The shopkeepers look at us like we’re crazy –

But who cares?

Love has made my best judgments lazy.

It may be raining, and I’m drowning in you.

My wet clothes can’t deny that I can’t resist you.

So we’ll wash our hearts in the rain

as we dance a dance for two. . .

Dancing in the rain. . .

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