The Rainstorm Dance

January 29, 2008
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The skies overhead are filled with thunderous wrath.
Rains known and worshipped by mankind for ages,
Pours down to the land below.
Yet, amidst it all, there I dance.
There I dance with droplets of water streaking down my face.
Right foot up.
Right foot down.
Left foot up.
Left foot down.
I lift my limbs to the rhythm of the storm.
In complete harmony I dance, and continue to dance, in the rain.
Forever and always I will dance among the rains known and worshipped by mankind for ages.
Forever and always.





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