The rain creates music that makes her feet tap,
she opens the window and rain rushes in,
she rushes down the stairs, to meet her muse.
The rain invites her with open arms,
she twirls, swirls, taps to the tunes
her heart finds in the rhythm of rain.
Heads turn watching her beautiful moves,
she is art in motion, unmatched,
she lives with her heart, wild,
the next time you see her dance, marvel it.
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