Mist begins to form
Thunder rumbles overhead
I feel my lips smile
Moment by moment
The sun's rays cannot peak through
I walk through the storm
Droplets fall on me
Lightning flashes overhead
Wind flows spiraled path
Rejoice in this brief
Sporadic moment of peace
From the light's harsh glare
Twirling in the rain
Simple pleasures of the past
To be a child again
Continual pour
Lasting longer that I thought
Day is nearly gone
Dancing by the moon
In the quiet of the night
Gentle rain falling
Written in 2011
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