To be able to dance in the rain. To be as free as a little child that knows no fear, no judgment, no shame for doing something that makes him happy.
Not caring whether he’ll slip or fall in the mud, not caring whether he’ll get drenched all over. When you dance in the rain, you remember once more how to dance in life, you remember once more the taste of heaven.
A WALK IN THE RAIN
A walk in the rain
my feet in the mud
a patter of raindrops
as I look up above
Streets are flooded
I wade my way through
like a child lost in wonder
like a child lost in awe
And if I can dance without tripping
if I can just sing once more
I’ll thank the rain now washing my face
and I shall walk on and on and on…
Check Jocelyn's books:
"Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief", "Mend My Broken Heart", "Questions to God", "To Love an Invisible God", "Defending My Catholic Faith", and more - click here.
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