Something I thought off on the whim. While taking a break from writing the short I was supposed to write for today.
Dancing in the Rain
“Aren’t we all mere players?
In this world of a stage?”
“Then would silence not be existent?
If music was to be in our heads?”
Darkness studded, spectral lights,
Constant breeze, summer air.
The droplets die as the asphalt breathes,
The cars have lights but they cannot see.
She clicked and they splashed,
He tailed and they clashed.
The sheets of rain drowned out by laughter,
The barriers between them washed away after.
An empty space, in night’s embrace,
Their silhouettes etched in the sky’s portrait.