In My Adolescence

 

The rain is my second favorite 

  To the wind Gale force. 

Between dancing in the splattering reflections of puddled asphalt, 

   and the flight ready to bare me grown wings in the fall high winds 

I stand to be a Rain Dancer, once a child 

  upon a neighborhood street

I had spun myself, soaked and skipping for all to 

 Rain their judgement upon me. 

Peering out windows safe and dry....

I was the body untethered and outside 

When all else ran. 

What would you need to take cover from? 

Being free? 

Enjoying the wet gift 

Seeping down from our sky? 

And when did we forget to celebrate 

When God's tear's of Joy 

Doth for our Earth provide? 

When did we, 

   Forget how to dance? 

That is what the Shaman asks of us, 

When we come upon him crying. 

When did we forget to dance? 

When did we stop, 

Embracing being Alive? 

Indeed, I love the rain....

But I watch it now, 

Happily from inside.  

Perhaps another day soon...

I will meet you on the street once more

Ready to Raindance at last and again, 

Regardless of all their eyes.