When I was little I liked to dance in the rain 

I didn't care about the mud 

clinging to my bleach blonde hair

and ruining my shorts

I smiled wide, not caring 

but when I came in late home from school

my mother would scold me

clothes drenched in water

caked in the earth  

so I stopped dancing in the rain

I lost my sense of adventure

the bewilderment of the angry gods

lighting crackling

thunder booming 

I lost my love of the sky booming 

now I am older, my mother does not scold me

for when I dance in the rain

she can see how happy

how free I have become