Rain asked me to dance

There was a drop at first
They soon turned into restless lines and streaks on my window panes
There was a tap and another
And there was an infectious humming of the winds; waiting for the dance-to-the-rain games

I looked at my window panes
They turned into a canvas for abstract art emerging from the strokes of the rain
The rain commanded me to spit out all my worries, all my pain –
There was so much to gain, I was getting ready to dance in the rain

What shoes must I wear?
Which gown must I drape?
I was blushing before my dance “with rain”;
There was so much to gain, for I would be dancing in the rain!

I must dance like there is no tomorrow
I shall dance in the rain sans an ounce of sorrow
With a tap and a swirl I started to dance,
And when I danced, there was no tomorrow, there was no tomorrow!
I danced in the rain, I danced with the rain; and then there was no tomorrow!