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Dancing Barefoot

a thunderstorm
throwing darts at the earth
lights up the night
as we run barefoot
into the flashing green grass
soggy with rain

the skies pour down
pounding our heads
until our hair is turned
to dripping icicles
and our clothes stick to our skin

we dance there
in the puddle pooled sidewalks
running with arms outstretched
into the storm
yelling thank you
to the rain
as it washes the world
anew





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