when the rain pours..

about a timeless moment

when my clothes drown in water
and clench to my skin,
when droplets of water
mix with my tears
to tickle my chin,
when rain pours like
it is the last day on earth,
then I dance and I dance
all through the rain;
then I spin and I spin
through empty alley ways.
I will spin around
as time
slowly
drips
down
drab
drains.