The rain is dancing on the puddle,
A large brown puddle
That has gathered rainfall.
I glare at this puddle
And discover the world once more,
Hypnotized by this fancy dance
That the rain has created for me.
The rain has fallen
Vehemently to me, for a muse.
I look at the clouds and
See no rain falling from them,
And I keep my eyes
To the soiled ground
To watch the rain,
That fancy dancing rain.
My wonderful muse.
Rain only dances this way
On puddles;
It spirals down and if it falls
On a rooftop or other ground,
It bounces to form its
Own puddle.
November 18, 2003
*For those of you who are ignorant, you know not so diversified as the rest of me, I mean us, Fancy Dancing is a style of Indian dance done in a pow wow....Do you know what a pow wow is or shall I spell it out for you.