Dancing in the Rain

Raindrops fall against the piano keys of the ground
in the distance a girl dances
her sopping hair fans out around her
her head tipped back, eyes closed
as the rain falls against her delicate, porcelain skin
her arms straight out
her white, drenched skirt is blurred as
she twirls faster and faster
she laughs and yells to the clouded, rain washed night
"sky be my eyes
continue to cry, 'til morning's light
finally graces your horizon"
an unknown stranger watches
the blur of the angel
whom has never before been seen
and whose shout is a whisper to her ears
the ghost continues to dance as
the rain plays on and
the thunder and lightening keep time
her light blue sweater has been throughly soaked through
yet she dances on, a graceful shadow
beyond a semitransparent gray sheet
she yells once again muffled words to the clouds
"sky be my eyes
cry the tears that i never could
then mask them with the bright smile
as the world starts to wake"
it was beautiful poetry
painting a picture with the motion
the rain starts to slow and the sun starts to rise
i shut my eyes to the blinding light of day
i open them
she has disappeared with the music of the rain
that shadow of a girl, an angel in the rain
taught me so much and opened my eyes
to the beautiful picture that can be painted
as one dances in the rain