Rain Dance

Image by Firenzos from Pixabay

To anyone watching she surely looked like a drunk

playing and dancing in the driving rain

Heaving and panting as she frantically twirled and screamed in the bitter cold

But she does not feel the cold

She is warm from head to toe with the delirious memory of the goddess she once was

& she moves to the storm as it pounds out it’s symphony

She recalls her mother moon and continues her own unique form of worship


~Melanie Thomason



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11 responses to “Rain Dance

  1. Fabulous Melanie. Just fabulous. I love it.

  2. Sometimes, all we need, is that, better, memory from before, to, get us through, the, hardest moments, of, our, lives…

  3. A beautiful dance, Melanie!

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