Dance Under The Rain

Lost it,
to the wind,
of the charming tinkles.
my breath away,
gotten in lunatic swindles.
So sweet,
these rhyming eyes,
unjustly that tear upon.

No tomorrow, no then,
no saints preaching, no sin,
just the joyous air.
And in case you worry,
for something or a story,
since when life has been fair?

Act like a fool,
no difference for a sober,
by the name of the Insane,
declare it a crazy win.
When all the rules,
just to press you harder,
dance under the rain,
if nothing else makes you grin.

Dance under the rain,
if nothing else makes you grin.