waltz in the rainshine lightly misting on my face is the storm coming or going? in this condition the droplets dance can't go traipsing through that work. the harder it falls the easier to tiptoe around the moisture dampening our lives or does it bring life? shall we dance between the raindrops or waltz in the rainshine?
¶ 10:28 AM
poetry, song, and simple words that may never make it off of the writers page and into the world