DANCING IN THE RAIN.

Running, Shouting,.

Dancing in the rain,

A feeling of sheer

Exuberance lived.

As a child I cried,

Seeing the rain come,

For I knew a fresh

Puff of air would

Caress my cheeks 

With a bit of

Sweet tenderness.

The smell of moist air

Would enter my 

Dry, parched throat.

Tiny clear raindrops

Would fall over a body

That seldom got washed.

My boots would splatter  

Through puddles

In dirty, grimy streets,

Giving me a feeling

Of  great power.

Still, even now

When it rains,

I stand with

My face turned up,

Feeling the magic,

Of the raindrops fall,

Over my head,                      

My chest, my legs,

And I revel in

The feeling that

My very soul

Is being cleansed

By a God much

Greater than I.

I so love any

Type of rain.

Yu/stan/kema.