Dancing with the rain

Dancing with the rain

Are you still happy only when it rains,
while you casually walk barefoot through the streets full of bars,
surrendering to the touch of the warm summer rain,
whose drops caress your body, running down it?

Do you still raise your face to the sky and offer it your lips,
while you embrace the rain with your arms, passionately dancing with it,
singing a tune that only you know
and at the end you bow and thank the rain for the dance?

Do you still laugh at those who run away from the rain,
while they look at you in amazement as if you were some crazy person
and you tell them they just don't know what life is,
because life consists of small joys and great follies?

Do you have someone to make you tea and wrap you in a blanket,
when you start sneezing afterwards and the fever shakes you,
saying that you will not do such foolish things again,
while you both laugh because you both know it's a lie?

Do you know that every rain reminds me of you
and that in its drops I still see your dance,
but there is no longer that joy and passion in it,
because, unfortunately, you haven't been her partner for a long time...

Zera Princ