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Rain Dancers

The window wide open,
I look to the street
And listen to raindrops
Sporadically beat.
The splitter and splatter
Of dancing on slate,
The light slowly dimming,
The time getting late.
They shimmy down drainpipes
And glide down the pane,
Pirouette off the people
Protected from rain,
In waterproof raincoats
With hoods fastened tight,
Like rain is so vicious
With deadliest bite.
But here in my bedroom
I'm cosy and warm,
I'm sitting admiring
Their beautiful form.
Lit up by the street lights
They sparkle and shine,
Tip tapping in sequins,
Plip plopping in time.

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