Rain Child

I am a rain child,

or a child of the rain.

When clouds roll over,

when heavens loose tears,

I become alive,

like flowers in spring,

dancing in the pain,

laughing in the dark,

washed clean by the dew.

I am filled with life

when storm clouds roll in.

I roll out my mat

when store fronts close down,

like stars I light up.

When sidewalks roll up,

I dance where they were.

I am a rain child,

or a child of the rain.

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