Dancing in the Rain
If only I could drop
every single thing I'm doing
and like the drop that has been dropped become a drip that's slowing
And take my cozy flannel buttoned up to chest for warmth
and wave my fuzzy sleev-ed arms from east to west to north
and in the marvelous lovely breeze which moves my soul as much as rustling trees
the calm and subtle whitish grey with tiny blots of blue
and if only there was only just a bit of falling rain
Dancing freely would I be to music playing silently
wherever it may be.