Poem: Rain (An Invitation To Dance)

What do you do on a rainy day? Millions want to live forever, but somehow get bored when it rains. Have you ever thought about performing a rain dance? For many, it represents a storm or a dark cloud. Yet, I've learned to welcome rain... because it too shall pass. This poem is a brief reminder that rainfall can heal and bring a sense of adventure and joy to our lives. This track first debuted in 2003 on my first poetry album entitled "Venus (to Earth)". My ode to "God's falling grace" closes with the rejuvenating echo of shamanic drums that honor the percussive rhythm of rain. If you enjoyed this spoken word, leave me a message of encouragement, write a review about your signature dance, and yes, feel free to make it rain with currency.

Transcript

As others seek cover,

I explain I am a lover.

I marvel at the sound of water on my window.

I marvel at the sound of water on my pain.

It comforts me as sunshine does the same.

I step outside and welcome each falling drop,

Hoping to be the anchor for the stop.

I cup my hands and open my mouth as the spring breeze blows floating tears from the south in hopes that I will beat out the walls of nearby homes,

For I love the taste.

I love the taste of God's falling grace.

I want first taste as she cleanses the world and rejuvenates the race.

A light,

Misty melody falls slowly in the near distance.

The picnic table and the yard is repainted with polka dot persistence.

Each raindrop reaches a final destination and fate,

Causing me to contemplate my state.

My sundress-lined shoulders desire to be the next palette,

So I walk to the table where my uncle abandoned a salad.

I take baby steps after the thunder rolls,

Calculating the distance of lightning and the end of my stroll.

As long as the lightning isn't near,

I continue to count my toll.

My scalp tingles at the thought of three drops.

My right hand holds a record of five back,

Four top.

My big toe wiggles with the thought of one.

My eye could use a tear from above,

It longs for random fun just then.

My lash was touched,

And so was my left ear.

Rain in my heart and my soul.

Your rain is welcome here.