Dancing in the Rain
Some of you might think I’m weird or maybe just insane
But there is little in comparison to dancing in the rain.
The wetness on my skin, it feels so good to me
With open mouth and closed eyes, I see that I am free.
Hair all wet, but I don’t care, I jump in puddles like a child.
Passersby not impressed with the behavior of the wild.
I laugh it off, it doesn’t matter what they think or feel.
Blessed are those free enough to show what’s surely real.
We all have problems along the way
but manage to have some fun
When I began to dance in rain I learned to dance in the sun.