
She listens to the sound of the rain as it falls
And knows that to her it beckons and calls
The gentle drops turn into a full downpour
That's her cue to head right out the front door
It's dark outside with no one else around
Her bare feet running across the wet ground
Never one to be bashful or afraid to take a chance
She lifts her arms and begins her rain dance
With head held high and eyes closed tight
Her body sways she twists and turns with all her might
She feels that this moment has been preordained
Just for her to be free dancing in the rain
About the Creator
Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.


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