A Rain Dance In Summer

With a thud the heel of my hand perseveres

And the swollen window frame swings free

Instantly, my senses are invigorated.

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The pungent fragrance of old dampened wood from the rain-soaked sill greets my nostrils first.

The brook below my window babbles its cheerful tune while the mossy scent of the water’s banks wafts upward.

The raindrops tap dance upon every leaf, branch, and blossom outside my room.

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The heightened aroma of every blooming bud is magnificent.

Rain is such a wondrous gift.

Where would we be without it?

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Oh, I’d lit several tealights and tapers;

Fully intending to embark on an afternoon meditation,

But how can I ignore the beckoning of a rainy day such as this?

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Blowing out each flame, and forgoing my shoes,

I dart out the door and spin around in the rain shower.

Throwing my head back in wonder as the invigorating droplets splatter upon my face.

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The soothing water caresses every contour of my skin.

The effect, so revitalizing, I can feel it deep within.

The pure joy I feel in this moment could never be considered a sin.

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I gaze ahead to the brooks flowing depths,

Two speckled frogs barely concealed beneath the surface,

Their third, having just gleefully lept.

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This jolly green and black fellow appears as elated as can be!

So I give him ample room to hop his little rain dance.

Hopping to and fro, he croaks quite cheerfully.

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I sway beneath the misty sky, raindrops soaking my worry-free brow.

A westerly wind causes every flower to shimmy in its own sort of dance,

And at this moment, I wish everyone could feel so happy and free.

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