I don’t like dancing in the rain

You are like Gene Kelly,

You like to dance in the rain.

I’m

Not like that.

I like silence and quiet

I like when we sit side by side,

And hold each other’s hand,

And we comfort ourselves

As I listen to

Your soft singing.

Each day that slides into night,

Like your tap dancing feet,

And your wild ideas,

I seep into your whirling colors,

Colors like magic,

Like the kind of magic only your stories can feed me.

You are soulful and dreamy,

With your soft blue eyes,

When we dance underneath the blue pool,

And sink to the bottom,

Floating up slowly,

I see your dance,

It’s in your smile

Your twinkling eyes,

Supporting me like a warm embrace.

I imagine you as my Gene Kelly,

Taking me onto a crisp Hollywood scene

And I dance with you, quickly yet awkwardly,

To your one of your favorites,

“Singin’ in the Rain”

But in my head,

I’m humming,

“When you are in love… it’s the loveliest night of year,”

Because that’s what I hear when I dance with you.

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Author note: this poem is about my original characters Connie and Barbara. Here is the start to their story: The Half Paper Moon.

This is in Connie’s perspective.