Raindrops of Freedom

A girl stands out in the rain-

Feeling it all drain away-

Her suffering; her pain-

Under a delightful spray-

She begins to feel awake-

Her pulse beats like a fierce gong-

It melts away her heart of ache-

The raindrops are a pleasing bong-

Against her skin-

So she begins to dance on a whim-

Like a free and beautiful crane-

The weight of the world; no longer a strain-

She is now wild and so very alive-

The beat of the sky's shower is her drive-

No longer is she enclosed-

She will not be imposed-

Throwing back her head she sings-

The rain will become her chorus-

Her arms have now become wings-

A one-woman circus-

The rain has casted a spell-

One she will not rebel-

Raindrops are now her freedom from reality-

One where her moves are her sanity...