It begins to pour.
Beneath a streetlight,
She danced on the edge of a fountain.
The rain her witness.
The music her partner.
Hand in hand,
They twirled through the motions of living.
Something beautiful.
Something serene.
Rain became the catalyst for laughter,
The recipient of a smile.
I wish you could have seen her there...
Twirling about the night,
Her red-hair spinning water,
Shining in the street lamp glow.
She was more than beautiful.
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