Dancing With The Rain... Poem by RK

The rain is falling harder now, the sky is growing real dark...I think I should be going home after my daylong weary work...My buddies have rushed to their lodges; perhaps I'll stray in this park...

This town has a house with my name but I'm not sure if that's my place...The shadows seem a better shelter, here no one can see my face...As fleetingly as blowing wind, the raindrops will erase my trace...

Some distant moving shapes I see while raising eyes vertically...These figures ebb and flow away as if the tides and probably...They can't decide where else to go; roaming like me, haphazardly...

And now I'm standing in the middle of this dripping lonesome land...Although the sky threatens to blow me with abrupt electric hand...But damn! This April rain feels so nice! Why I do not understand...

I'll let the raindrops drench my body and recall the time that was...Close eyes to think you're here, lift hands as if around your waist and thus...I'll gently dance away right now with tune of strata cumulus...

One step to left and sway to right but steps do not matter at all...I'll spin around and slide the mud, with howling breeze your name I'll squall...And lick the drops to melt in mouth until the final icy fall...

Just dancing with the rain and sharing its chilling touch with my pain...Call me insane but there's something in this rain that I can't explain...And I know once it's stopped the pouring, I won't dance like this again...