No hurried steps, no place set
Nowhere to go when she wants to stop.
Slow, unfazed by the weather wet,
She walks; in step with every drop.
She looks for the clouds that conspired today,
And hid each other, to peek just a bit
To watch her dance, to watch her sway,
And when they applaud, dark skies are lit.
No smile as radiant could be seen this hour,
Spirited, light; Nimble-footed, bare--
She sought to appease, to calm with a shower,
A baseless anger, a loveless stare.
Battered souls; drenched, in the stands
Untouched by water, but wet just the same.
Some fret, some curse, with folded hands,
Many more smiling at the trot of this dame.
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