rain trickles down leisurely
clear triangles of water,
making the world a dark cave
for its curious inhabitants.
we wait by the window, in awe
of something we can never understand.
but,
for the courageous,
those willing to risk comfort,
they gingerly place their galoshes
outside the front door
and plunge into the shower
provided by Mother Nature.
they first adjust to the cold,
but soon, they listen to the rain.
something that tells them to remove
their raincoat and galoshes
and move in time with the drops.
However, to the keen observer,
they need not listen.
For instinct tells us,
the rain is there.
It must be danced in.
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