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Not a Rain Dance
“Let’s go!” she cries,
dancing with golden leaves
and a wind that loves to
twirl her in many directions.
She jumps the pinecones
and calls to the squirrels
“Where are you going?”
as they scamper up the trees.
She summons the song
of the fleeing birds
and dares the sun
to continue to shine.
And the trees, oh the trees!
they dance to her melody
as she commands the Earth,
wind and sky to her symphony.
Finally, her dance is done
and she falls into blades
of grass and fallen sun
and waits . . . waits . . . waits . . .