Dancing in the rain

rain falls
Its a wet merky evening
It falls slow at first
Then gets heavier
I stand at my back door
I listen
To the pitter patter of cool rain
On the foothpath
I step outside
And stand transfixed
Letting the cool rain
wash over me
I twist and twirl
I dance in the cool rain
It feels good
So, so good
I have a sense of freedom
I am happy, content

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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