Raindance

skipping
jumping
dancing
through these muddy puddles
squishing dirt and grass between our toes
dodging the lurching worms
that glisten in the full moon light.

it's late.
too late for us to be out
too late for us to be playing
too late for children to even exist
but still we laugh
as we ditch umbrellas
and shoes
and coats
reverting to our ancient rain-dancing ways.

our eyes sparkle with delight
as we dance like Gene Kelly or Julie Andrews
in this once-quiet darkness.

my sixteenth spring has begun.

-Rain solves so much. =3-

<3 = brittany