Dance With The Rain And Me Poem by vevrette olay

The sky is crying as its tears fall, but no ones watching. Slowly like the music box starts, slowly as I walk, closer to the wonderful tears that kiss my head and face when I look up.

No ones watching...so I begin. The music is the drops, the beats are my heart. This is a mix no one can hear but me. To have your own little world with no one watching you, is an experience that can't be described.

You forget the world. Like feeling the ground under your feet for the first time, wet and softening up against the touch of the rain and your feet. There is so much noise and yet in the same time its quiet, you hear the rain but you don't hear the people: the voices of judgment, the hurt of seeing others hurt and not having the power to do any thing for them...

My guess in why it’s so quiet is because there is nothing to worry about, only for this moment nothing to worry bout just you, and the rain, and the dance.

This dance ends; so does this duet end, between the earth and the rain. I stop and open my eyes slowly and see the world again drenching wet.

Wow even the world cries itself, but it can make someone dance in its tears as well. It shows two sides of everything. Where there is sadness there is also joy, where there are tears; there will be a day where laughter will follow.

Next time, when its raining at night will you join me? Or will you watch me when I drift away?