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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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ShadowLighters8239
<p>This poem was written for an English assignment in 9th grade. I was inspired from watching the hurricanes every year destory cities and homes, and slo reminded me of children dancing out in rain storms.&nbsp;</p>

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