Dance of Life

I was in a conversation. With clouds.
As she was playing with me. It was her wish.
She wanted me to know.

I was shivering. My teeth chattering.
Waiting for the rain to go. I said its okay.
But it wasn't yet time.

What is wrong with you? I asked.
Almost shrieked. Trying to hold myself in my senses.
She just smiled. And glistened. In the rain.

I walked for shelter. Asked her to follow.
I ran. Into the warehouse. Waiting.
Red roof. White door. Empty.

The door was open. I stepped inside.
And I thought I am dying. I was.
Numb. Nothing. Blank.

She had made it. Brought the thunder.
And struck upon me. Lightning.
Hair flying wet, there she danced.