Dancing in the Rain

I had never cared for it,

Dancing in the rain,

Soaked to the bone,

Waking up sick,

I didn't see the point.

Others said it was heaven,

Dancing in the rain,

That it was romantic and peaceful,

I doubted that was true.

But then you took my hand,

Pulling me out the door,

Into the storm,

And we danced in the rain.

Now it's my favorite thing to do,

Nothing is greater,

Than dancing in the rain with you.

The End

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