The rain is impatient
it gives in straight from the clouds
down they pour down fast and dense
no show stopping performance
just plain old rain
unproblematic and the audience does not mind the classical dance since
it's tradition
But then on other days
the clouds get fed up from all that crying
and they suck up all the tears
drop up drop
the sky exercises constraint
The sky has witnessed many rains
the stage has since many performances
but this one has always been too bold
for the dancer to risk
Its only seen by the empty theaters
which have dim lights
The dancer gives off the light
Like the moon in the sky
does for the pitch black sky
it gracefully moves across the whole sky
This dancer knows no bonds and the traditional dances are long gone
A dancer is suppose
to be light on their feet
like soft gentle rain drops
dancing shouldn't come with restrictions
She now gives the audience
a ran for their money
flawlessly keeps them guessing
no one knows
when this classical rain will fall next
because this winds keep on
taunting their ears
The dancer sways
across the stage
teasing the audience
with a step here and there no
one decides the routine but her
the audience can hold back It's impatience
so can the rain because clouds decide what falls where the sky's only obey
The rain is coming
it's warming up the sky's
it's warming up the stage
for the performance
the winds are whining
like they are dying in anticipation
of the dance
the rain feeds on attention and the old ways of being predictable are gone
simpleness is gone
this dancer now dances in the day her radiance like sun rays
reaches the audience that fills the theater
©itsthato
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