25. Enchanted in the rain

The rain was falling when I left home
now I remember how she wanted to get wet.
She had invited me to join her dance;
a dance of the soul in joy
to soak in the feeling that comes so rare.
As though she was high and I were firm,
So foolishly I denied.
Now today, I wish I could join her alike
and feel the rain’s light delight.
On my shoulders and in my hair
mixed with hers and in a waltzlike sway.
Perhaps in the same place, the terrace
or by the busy roads of the day,
I wouldn’t care.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s