Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.214
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem

                                         Dancing in the Rain

                                   On a sultry summer Sunday
                            With the breeze hushed all on the way
                                 A young man just in his mid age
                               Wearied to leaf his books` pages
                                  Strode for a rumble in a park
                            Before bells tolled the six hours` mark.

                                  Half an hour of reclusive stroll
                                Restored peace to his lonely soul
                                 And raised his jaded spirit high;
                                 Yet casting his glance at the sky
                               He eyed dark clouds veiling the sun
                                       Far away in the horizon.

                                    It started to rain gently first,
                           Then in torrents to quench earth`s thirst;
                                  The park offered no shelter free
                                      But for a gigantic oak tree
                          Where the young man repaired with haste
                            Not to be drenched with much disgrace.

                              Soon a distant bell chimed six times,
                                A shy full moon with timid shines,
                         Draped with the clouds, made a grim smile
                              And a chic crow croaked with a guile.
                              Lo! The man seemed to hear a groan
                                     More akin to a nearby moan. 

                           From where such a moan could gush out
                             Wondered the man with grains of doubt!
                               Turning round, he was wonderstruck
                                    To spot a lovely lass as such
                                All dressed in perfect snowy white
                                  Standing erect by the tree site.

                            “What interest has brought you here?”
                              The man ventured to ask with fear.
                                “The same interest as you friend,”
                                    Was the lady`s rely at hand.
                              Intrigued, the man to probe did dare:
                                 “Where do you reside lady fair?”
                                   “I dwell on this gigantic tree,”
                                  Responded the lady carefree. 

                                Instantly she stepped in the rain
                              Started to dance as free from chain
                                   Chanting with air a lyric song
                               That she did like and she did long:
                              “Let`s dance in the rain, in the rain
                              Come and be my twain, be my twain
                                    Let us not worry, not worry
                                   Let us be free, let us be free
                                 Life is not vain, life is not vain,
                             Let`s dance in the rain, in the rain”.

                                 At the sight of the lady`s toes
                            Not on ground, but hanging as crows,
                       The young man shuddered with fierce fright,
                                Much to the lady`s grim delight,
                                 And took to his heel in the rain
                                 Pledging the tree not to regain.
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required