Desolate Rain

Empty.
Emptiness fills the room with a breeze coming off the warm summer rain.
Surely this is the last kiss of summer.

Cooling the earth as she sweats,
From a night of passion and fear.
"There's nothing to be afraid of" whispers an angel to a confused child.
"Life is nothing more than a journey we are supposed to enjoy!"

I close my eyes and listen to the Angel comfort the confused,
The desolate.

"Take my hand" she assures the child that there's nothing to fear,
She should step outside in the storm.

They dance in the rain, under thunder
With only the glimmer of each lightning bolt. They are gypsies of the universe,
Born free.
Born wild.

The emptiness melts away.
And she realizes it's OK
To
Dance
In
The
Rain.