Friday, October 7, 2011

3:05pm - God + Me

You are a rainstorm I'd gladly dance in.
The powerful pour down drenches me --
my clothes -- my hair.
I wear evidence that I did not escape --
I chose to stay.
And before I dry,
I'll take every oppourtunity to dance,
Until someone asks why I've been in the rain -
I'll grab their hand and we'll dance again.