Rain Dance

Tap, tap, tap You hear the rain, on your front step, You walk outside, You look to the sky, As the rain clouds let loose. Step fourth onto this rain-soaked ground, Playing on the new marble, Of our dance floor. The rhythm of our melody, Is played, By the sweet surrender, Of the leaves, To the soft whisper, Of the wind. The raindrops hitting the ground, Are like, Little elves, Dancing at your feet. As your dance comes to a halt, The wind whispers, One last time, It’s soft, sweet melody. Lifting the leaves, From their perch high above, In the moonlit trees, Carrying them to where, Your feet touch the ground. Your last stand begins, As they swirl around, Embracing a new destiny.