The Rain Dancer
After the movie finished, the young couple,
kissed and said goodnight.
It looked like rain was approaching,
as grey clouds came into sight.
He had to look after his golden voice,
protect his cords from any harm.
A scarf was wrapped around his neck,
guarding his voice, his lucky charm.
Opening up above him, the grey clouds burst,
catching him completely by surprise.
Buckets of rain in one fell swoop collect,
in a pool at his feet, right before his eyes.
No way would he let troublesome rain,
destroy the happy thoughts he had tonight.
Starting to sing, his feet begin taking flight,
twirling his umbrella, he dances with delight.
Having a ball dancing in the unrelenting rain,
his clothes are soaked to the skin.
Waving his umbrella up towards the moon,
round and round he goes, his tail's in a spin.
Suddenly he stops, he's not singing any more,
someone is standing in front of him; oops it's the law.
Slowly he turns with his umbrella, after a brief warning,
and dances in the rain till the wee hours of morning.
Copyright © Pam Woolford