Dancing in the rain

In a dress of ebony, she takes the stage,

A lone dancer in the rain's soft cascade.

Troubles, like shadows, left far behind,

She spins and she twirls, a free spirit enshrined.

The raindrops, like notes, compose a song,

A symphony of solace where she belongs.

Dressed in black, a canvas for the rain,

She dances away every lingering pain.

Her silhouette, a graceful silhouette,

Against the wet canvas, a dance to beget.

The world fades away, a blur of the mundane,

As she loses herself in the soothing rain.

In the dark dress, now kissed by the dew,

She finds a rhythm, a dance to renew.

A waltz with raindrops, a tender embrace,

Leaving behind sorrow, finding her grace.

The street transforms into a liquid dance floor,

As she dips and she sways, desiring nothing more.

Umbrellas pass by, a curious parade,

But she cares not for the gazes, nor for the charade.

A dance of release, a dance of the soul,

In the rain's gentle patter, she becomes whole.

Each droplet, a promise, a cleansing embrace,

As she surrenders to the rain's tender grace.

Her black dress, now a vessel of dreams,

Sweeps with the wind in rhythmic streams.

A dance of surrender, a dance of delight,

Under the rain's curtain, she finds her respite.

The streetlamp's glow, a spotlight above,

Illuminates a dancer, wrapped in self-love.

In the noir attire, a symbol of might,

She dances away, embracing the night.

As the rain persists, she dances on,

A celebration of self, until the dawn.

In the dark dress, now drenched and free,

A poetic dance, an ode to glee.