In Continuum.

Rain Dance

"Do you like the rain?" she asked.

"Yes," i replied."Very much,in fact."

"Would you like to join me?"

"Join you in what?"

She held my hand,and pulled me down the stairs onto the field.We were in the rain,and she released her grip of my hand and ran towards the centre.There,she held out her arms,no widespread like wings.Her head held up towards the sky,now darkened by the clouds above.

It kept raining,and she was smiling.I watched,and held out my right hand into the wind.A small puddle of water collected in the centre,and i let them flow through between the gaps of my fingers.She looked at me,and i at her.She laughed,and sounded happy.She sounded free.

"Would you like to see me dance?"

"Dance?"

"Tap dance," she replied over the rain. "My father taught me when i was young."

She lift her skirt from the sides with her hands,and kicked off her rain-soaked shoes.I squatted down,with my chin between my knees now.Before me was her,but not quite.She was somewhat different from before,perhaps it was the rain doing the trick.But then i realised,that it wasnt so at all.She was herself,and so much more then,as she danced barefooted on the rain washed field.

So there we were,alone in the middle of nowhere.The rain continued to pour,and the world retreating into the blurry horizon around us.It was perfect,and it was right.

I could die right now,i thought.I am just...happy.This is exactly where i want to be.

Where i want to be...

So what if you catch me,
Where would we land?
In somebody's life
Forsaking his hands.
Sing to me hope as she's
Thrown on the sand.
All of our works
get rated again.
Where to go?