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Dancing in the Rain (Portrait Poetry Series #31)

Today, the Daily Post Prompt is messy. I could not help but remember this poem I posted quite some time ago.  It holds a special place in my heart – autobiographical, then not.




We are dancing in the rain

It matters not, that we’ll get wet –

life is meant to be messy

The rain’s fresh scent

Begs for entertainment.

The rain pours

And puddles lay at our feet

While others curse the rain

We dance and smile

Puddle slapping

We are young and free

While others carry excessive baggage

Their boots slap angrily

Grumbling snores through life

They can’t enjoy the rain

Their heart’s just not in it

Not today, nor tomorrow

They can never feel free.

My hair lays wet

Across my face

Your clothes are soaked

And it does not matter,

For when in love

You just want

To enjoy the moment

Embrace everything –

Including the rain.


© Sumyanna 2016


Written for The Daily Post Prompt: messy

Beautiful image, courtesy of


Writer of poetry and seeker of knowledge. I hope to inspire and be inspired by my words and the world around me.

15 thoughts on “Dancing in the Rain (Portrait Poetry Series #31)

    1. That’s fantastic! Well, as long as it was a gentle rain and not a torrential one! Sorry I did not respond sooner, I just found your comment!


  1. This poem, may be old, but it is a cracker, I can quite see how one would build a special attachment to it. I often walk in the rain when it comes at the moment, and in the past I would have danced, but I know he pain after dancing is now severe, so refrain from this most enjoyable and exuberant activity.At the moment the rain is so soft that one has to be in it for a long time before it wets one much. This is a wonderfully fluid and sounding poem! Best wishes and blessings, Charles.


    1. Thank you Charles! Sorry I did not respond sooner. This year, school has kept be busier than usual. So glad you enjoyed it. One of my first “dates” with my husband was to a park and it rained while we were there. We were friends at the time. It rained and my normal mode of operation would be to freak out, but I was not afraid to be myself with him. Something about that moment has just stuck with me all this time and I was reminded of it while looking at a beautiful painting. 🙂

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      1. I’m afraid I am doing no better, in fact I am so tired by the end of a long day at the shop that I fall asleep after supper, only getting up in time to get to work the next day, hence no poem for quite some time. Sounds like a great memory, great enough to create a great poem, so that is something really special.


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