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RAIN DANCE
 
Sometimes it’s in the rain,
not the drops,
but the actual act of the storm
that saves.
The feeling of a billion
silver crystals
falling down
washing the world’s sins away,
but sometimes
it’s in the drops,
that one special little drink
for that one special
little flower,
that we once thought
would always
be there.
 
I do my best now
in the knowing years
to set my steps
between the dark spots
and the ashes,
as not to leave a print
within that part of dream
where star dust shines
that can come back on me,
like the first time I saw you
standing there
in the light of an open doorway.
You were so beautiful then
and I was so afraid
that you might catch me
staring at you
when the world was new
and love, 
the game we played,
but then the rain came
one little drop
at a time
washing us clean
as we danced
our sins away
in the desert air.
 
uTAH jAY


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RAIN DANCE