Raindrops stampede

smack their concrete drums.

 

They stand there,

four feet in a line.

 

Hand grasps hand,

troubles evaporate.

"Dance," she says,

"dance."

 

Feet join in just in time for the chorus,

of raindrop drums.

 

A vine of white

lights up 

everything.

 

A boom joins in for the grand finale.

 

Silence.

 

Laughter breaks the stillness.