Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain!!!

I walk in the rain,
newspaper over head.
The print spotting my fingers,
but I don't care,
cause there's nowhere,
I'd rather be than here.

Here on this bridge I walk,
past the factory,
the cars splash water on me,
as they pass on by.

I forget about my burning legs,
I'm getting used to it now.
Too busy concentrating on all those puddles I have to cross.
It's like dancing.

I danced with puddles today.
My glasses spotted with rain drops,
rosy cheeks, smiling lips, wet feet, dry hips.
Music playing. Feet going - step step hop- step jump- step.
I've never been more sure of anything more than I
am of everything right now.

As sure as my hair is to curl after a walk in the rain.
Now that is a sure thing.

Curly haired, I sit here,
the space heater humming,
Tina Turner's band strumming.

"I'm not missing you at all" she says of a love gone by.

I hear that Tina! I'm not missing them at all either!
I'm not sorry that I loved,
as I am not sorry that it's over.

Cheers to love and happy endings!
Or in my case happy beginings.

I'm going off to paint a picture soon,
curly haired and green eyeshadowed,
a smile on my face and a hop in my step.

I'm going to dance in the rain again,
then I'll be catching the train again.

Let each drop represent my happiness.
Let it rain.
No, let it pour!