Dance in the Rain

How lovely it is to dance in the rain at night,
Like lost children—twisting, turning, and soaked.
How sweet it is to listen to Nature’s song
When nights are cold and the lights are out.
How happy it is to hear the heartbeats of loved ones
In a vigorous hug or a gentle embrace, or even both.

Would you become a child again if you had the chance
To relive the blessed memories?
Would you dance again, energetically without care
To the rhythm that only you knew?

Tomorrow is not promised, but this dance can wait.