The Dancing Rain (poem)
The dancing rain came strolling down the street
To freshen up the thoughts of yesterday
Another blessing spring has sent our way
To stir the dreams of times which were so sweet
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We lavished wonder by an open fire
And told each other secrets of the heart
Surrender to the flames which soon would start
And lose ourselves in passion and desire
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We turned the page to passion’s bitter rage
To argue and believe in reasons why
So hurtful were the knives that there would fly
Because of rain we dealt with tearful cage
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Yet through it all we watched our seasons flow
And somehow love would keep us hand in hand
Some mystery we didn’t understand
Perhaps the dancing rain down street will know