Dancing In The Rain

Thunder rolls in the east, clouds open up...
and the rain spills onto the parched Earth.
You take my hand and walk into the wet,
never minding that we are being soaked.

You hold me close, and we begin to dance,
getting soaked both with rain and with love.
Thunder booms again, more intesnse this time,
but what do we care...we are really having fun.

The wind whips from zephyr to outright gale,
basting us with chills from the rain and cold.
Still we dance in the first rainfall of the season...
having fun and not caring who knows it.

Soon, we return to the house and towel off.
Two cups of hot cocoa await us on the table.
The storm picks up in intensity, but do we care?
We think not--we had our fun in the first rain.

--RKJ