Poem for her 225

Dear Readers,



The Rain Dance


Was it a waltz?
He didn't know
The Girl with green glasses
Stopped and bent to tie her shoelaces
He was about to start the dance again
When lightening split the sky
They both looked up
His blue glasses shone with the light
He wanted to hold her longer
And did
The rain hit the gazebo roof just now
And they both smiled
As they like one being walked down the steps
Into the light to heavy at times rain
They loved puddles too and liked
While riding their bikes going into
The creeks they knew to splash in
They danced in the rain well into the night
Not going home to their houses
Till the rain finally stopped near dawn
Dancing all night in the rain


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.