rain dancing on a hot July evening
just before sunset the sky opened
tinsel streaks sparkling
we dashed outside with devilish grins
heads thrown back in supplication
arms akimbo
knees bent like chickens’ legs
an ancient dance of guffaws and belly laughs
twirling in the rain with mouths open
hearts wide
Copyright 1999 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
Our one morning of rain this week made me search out a poem written during another long drought.
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