Rain Dance
There’s a rhythm a string deep in my soul
It rumbles and grumbles with the thunder toll
I sway my hips to the pull of the wind
I stomp my feet as the drums begin
The wind picks up pace
As we start the race
I clap my hands to the flash of lighting
The sounds are deafening and frightening
I twirl and glide
Slip and slide
Through the sliver storm
I perform
Then with the final clash
The skies lash
Releasing the pent up rain
My work won’t be in vain
As I complete my dance
I get the chance
To whisper the last goodbye
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