Remember when we got caught in the rain? At first we gasped, pulled the back of our shirts up over our heads, and ran for shelter. But the storefronts were all closed and there was no shelter to be found.
Our jeans clung to our legs like hungry little children. Hair stuck to cheekbones like slime slammed against a concrete wall; T-shirts suctioned onto breast and belly.
We burst into laughter and kicked off our shoes.
And then, oh baby, do you remember?
I do.
And then we danced.
We held hands and leaned back, each pulling against the weight of the other, and we set ourselves to spinning. We spun with the escalating centrifugal force until our hands slipped apart and knocked us each into our own twirling jigs. We threw our heads forward and back and all around, whipping our hair into our spontaneous choreography. Heel clicks high in the air, feet splattering puddles: we danced!
Oh, baby, we danced!
Heavy breath punctuated by delighted squeals,
oh yeah, we danced.
You fell into a puddle. Then you pulled me in on top of you. We wrestled in the water like two young lovers at the sea side. Heavy breath punctuated by delighted squeals, oh yeah, we danced.
We danced in the puddle.
We danced in the rain.
We danced with our emotions,
and we danced with each other.
Do you remember when
we got caught in the rain?
Oh baby, I do!
