Dance in the Rain
With the rain, all the tears of the past fell,
it was a letting go, a beginning, a washing clean.
They danced in the rain,
grateful to have known the sorrow which brought joy,
their burdens less heavy with each step they took,
each drop that fell.
In each of their souls a special seed had been planted.
It was this rain that brought new life, that made them grow,
more beautiful, more alive,
awakening from the inside.
A flowering of thought, of truth,
of compassion, of possibility.
As he let go of her hand, the rain slowed and then ceased,
and they wondered at their lightness.
He took her hand again then,
reaching to share whatever burdens may lay upon her,
kissing her as a light misting rain began to fall
and they smiled, for these were tears of joy.
Soaked through, clothes and bodies clinging,
they moved as one.
They had loved and lost.
They had felt the weight of sorrow,
and the power of it’s release.
They had found a hand to hold,
and they had danced in the rain.