Rain.

As I stood on the shop's pavement with a loaf of bread in hand

As the winds clashed with the trees while the casualtie feel gently to the ground as debris

As the iron sheets bent and popped in defiance to what mother nature had brought

As the sky made landfall, it had me thinking, "How were its legs that long?"

It looked as if it were dancing with the wind

It was stepping back and forth like a drunkard struggling to make his way past the parked cars

It had no rythm as if it had run a mile and finished but still struggled with its breathing

It had no song but created its own melody as it trampled softly on the roofs and stones

Angered by mine intrusion they decided to send me a few shots

First came the occasional stomps and kicks but that still wasn't enough to make me flee

Then they threw rocks at me but the concrete dome kept me far from harms reach

But when they begun the striking and clapping I decided that my soul was only mine for clasping

Finally alone they continued dancing

Slow and steady they moved across their stage now away from prying eyes

Now they're fluid. They were meant to be together; a truth that before mine eyes lie

And as they parted ways I could tell for them it was harder to say goodbye.