It was around 11pm, I had just gone to bed, I was still texting a friend who was going to a friends house.
I cannot remember esactly how the conversation went, but it was something like this.
Jasmine: "oh man its raining, and I have to walk for ages to get to my friends house".
Me: "who cares about getting wet, it hasent rained for months, you should embrace it. You should dance in the rain.
I lay in bed for a while and thought up a poem and sent it to Jasmine it went something like this:
Me: imagine this in a jamaican accent,
The rain has the rythem, and you are the beat.
Dance in the rain girl, dance with your feet.
The rain is the singer and you are the lyrics,
Paint the earth with with your delicate feet.
The rain has come, and so have you.
You have shared a dance with an ancient being,
A dance long forgotten, a dance truly healing.
Jasmine did reply but I cannot remember what she said because after I sent her the poem I fell asleep in my bed.
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I hope you liked this... ciao -Renee
I did not use my friends real name but I think this was her real name once..
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