Pluviophile's Dance

( In the storm she felt whole.
With the rain she became one.
Under the umbrella
a safe house to her misery no more
she poured her heart. )

The pitter-patt of the rain
beats in time to
the thick timbre of the thunder
as it echoes endlessly
miles and miles.

Overhead
the maestro lifts his wand;
the leaden clouds motif
and the drone of the rainstick
prolonged.

Drops of diamonds from
the celestial skies of Heaven
briskly dance
the dance of a
pluviophile.

( Rain like traces of tears
soundlessly seep into the earth
unnoticed.
In the storm she felt whole.
With the rain she became one. )

Written by: Cynthia Y.