Aug 2007

Playing in the RainThe sound, the rush of falling rain

The sound, the rush of falling rain
The air is dark but fresh
You run and jump, a step well aimed
Landing with a splash

The little joy, the simple moves
No one telling what to do
There are no rules, no boundaries
So every step just must be true

The drops, they fall, they dream along
The houses and the streets
A world of beauty, darkened clouds
Playing all those beats