Knock, knock <br />On the window. <br />Two fat raindrops <br />Calling me out. <br />Bang, bang, bang <br />Reinforcements arrive. <br />“Come out and play.” <br /> <br />Coffee <br />Tries to pull me back <br />To the accounts <br />Waiting to be balanced <br />On the side of my desk. <br /> <br />I open the door <br />And the sky <br />Flashes its greeting <br />The battle is won <br />And out I go. <br /> <br />One step <br />And the rain pats <br />My bare shoulders. <br />Beautiful. <br />Another step <br />And I sigh <br />Raising my face <br />To receive <br />The same caress. <br /> <br />Each drop <br />Washes another worry <br />Away. <br /> <br />Arms outstretched <br />Music starts to play <br />In my head <br />And my feet <br />Start to dance. <br /> <br />My clothes <br />Weigh me down <br />Clinging to my legs. <br />Off they come. <br />Liberation! <br /> <br />Lightning <br />Spotlights my ever more <br />Frenetic moves. <br />Thunder <br />Shouts in applause. <br /> <br />Crash, bang, crash, <br />Flash and boom. <br />The crescendo finally climaxes <br />And I leap into the lake. <br /> <br />Black envelopes me. <br />I allow myself to sink. <br />For a second enjoying death. <br />Lightning calls me back <br />And I burst to the surface again <br />Joyous to be alive. <br />Wonderfully, exquisitely <br />Alive.<br /><br />Sallie Howson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-in-the-rain-4/
