there’s a song I like to sing, and when I’m walking in the rain it sounds like sparkles from the sky are keeping beat for me as each raindrop hits the street I smile as the puddles soak my feet then something’s whispered (in the wind) when the wind decides it’s time to speak: are you singing the same song I once showed you long ago in a child’s dream? (as he smiled, lips curve apart… I think just to set the beat) why yes I am how did you know and will you sing with me? come here, he said, I can sing the rest for you and you can dance for me…
(and) you were always watching from the other side but always the same street until puddles formed in through long hours and swelled into a stream i looked across to wave and tell you I was there but then a current ripped too wide and why you disappeared
i like walking in the rain day dreaming of that beat i like walking with the wind and dancing in my sleep i like walking in the rain running closer back to you and one night when the moon’s shone through I’ll turn around when the tide’s gone down and there you still will be.
I like walking in the rain and dancing in my dreams.
@10/05/2012 by KPW