My Piece: Rain Dancers

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One of my revised versions of an old poem. I wrote this one during a poetry course, and I hope you enjoy it!

The rain people dance and twirl,

on your roof they pitter and patter.

Their orchestra, with heavy base,

plays its tunes in a syncopated pattern.

Spotlights flash in blinding shows,

while the crystal dancers sway.

Fiery they blaze across their theatre,

replaced by hundreds as they fade away.

Yet soon their fleeting dance fades away.

Their orchestra dies down.

The spotlights fade, moving on,

as all the dancers sink to the ground.

Their  abandoned stage you find unknowing,

you tromp where liquid ballerinas pranced.

Jumping, singing, splashing,

not knowing,

That where you play, rain people once danced.

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