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I prefer rainboots to ballet slippers
because they are so much better for dancing in the rain.
Each puddle is a spotlight for me
to twirl and leap in the center of.
The twinkle of the street in the storm
is the gaze of my audience,
watching my every move.
The raindrops splattering against the earth
provide a whimsical melody for my steps.
This is a Private Performance
for the Empty Sidewalks of the World
for the Soggy Leaves
for the Muddy Footprints Pressed into the Grass.
I am displaying myself
for the lonely elements
to tell them that I love them,
that even though a thunderstorm drives away professionals,
I’ll still be here in all my mediocrity.
I’ll still happily give you
all my off-centered pirouettes
my malformed pliés
every off-beat step and move I’m capable of.
You can have my all
if you want it.
I am one of the lonely elements of the world
whose rainy days drive her into solitude
whose dampness and mud-puddles and overcast skies
leave her doing a solo act all the time.
I am always poised centerstage
facing an empty auditorium
eyes locked, pleading, on the doors
begging them to swing open and let the audience file in.
My ears are desperately listening always
for the footsteps of another performer
entering from the wings to begin a duet.
So Dripping Trees, Muddy Ditch Water, Heavy Stormclouds,
I will dance for you.
I will wear my raincoat like a tutu
call my blue jeans tights
and give you the performance of a lifetime.
I will perform for you
like you are a Broadway audience
like I am a prima ballerina
like I am not just a girl
in polka-dot rainboots
puddle-hopping alone in a storm.