The Rain Dance
Raindrops on my cheeks, tap dancing,
hit my face before off they're glancing,
to here and over there.
The damn things
just frizz up my hair.
Raindrops like to do the foxtrot.
Six-point landings, splash and whatnot,
on my nose and in my eyes,
they sometimes come
as a surprise.
Raindrops interrupt the sun
in case its having too much fun.
It likes to come, only to go,
it's just an April shower
you know.
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