December Rain Dance

December Rain Dance A drop of cold rain sneaks through the atmosphere, Suavely mingling to the earth, Lightly tapping the shoulder of the road; Almost startling the road, causing a lonely spec of road dust to stir and turn its head To meet the rain, The drop asks the dust to dance, And a powdery puff of water and dust leap into the air; A soft, clean, wet waltz. You can smell the rain and dust as they whirl across the dance floor. It is the smell of fresh happiness—of love. The dance starts slowly as the lovers are suspended in animation for a moment, Wondering why it took so long, until December, for them to meet. And then, everyone joins the dance-- A trillion dancers of rain and dust. So many that the December lovers are nearly unrecognizable in the crowd of splashes. When the dance is over the dancers lay down to rest, Because the energy of their December rain dance is expended. They melt into the berm and with them dissolves their affair.