Dim sunlight
In the middle of the dark;
Silhouettes of tall trees
Open their arms in awe
Of the splendid night sky,
Welcoming the bright dancers
And their pale, dented host,
Clapping with their abundance of hands
After a gentle wind’s musical boast.
Rain showers in a downpour fashion.
Puddles waltz together in circle formation.
Clash go the heavenly cymbals!
Water leaps to greet the stranger
And red rain boots stomp through.
Jumping, laughing and spinning
With a grin across her wet face,
She, with no raincoat or name,
Dances on and in the rain.
She feels life and the tears of God,
Through the clouds,
Soak her through and
God tells her why he’s sad.
That’s when she feels
Insignificant but important.
That’s when she feels alive.
About the Creator
Ava D
Bringing pieces of me and my heart to the page that I don’t show elsewhere, my good side and my bad sides— hope all my sides are good stories to tell. Enjoy!!
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