• The rain is falling steadily,
    Beating against her skin.
    Her hair is plastered to her face
    And thus does the storm begin.
    Lightning crackles through the sky
    And thunder shakes the ground.
    She turns her face to the heavens
    And, closing her eyes, spins around.
    The storm keeping the rhythm,
    She dances a dance of pain
    And no one can see her salty tears
    Blending with the rain.
    The sky darkens ever faster
    And a harsh voice calls her from her play
    Here comes another beating
    The last one washed away.
    Her screams are never heard
    And eventually they pass
    She can never dance in the rain again
    As it patters gently on the glass.