Essays, Art and Plays by Dan

Walking through the rain like a beat I can feel, each drop hits my skin, got me keeping it real, with the drip in my hair and the splash at my feet, pavement soaked, breathing deep, to the rhythm I keep, dark clouds above like they’re holding me close, wrapping up my worries in a silver-gray ghost, every step in a puddle sends ripples that sing, echoes of thoughts that the quiet night brings, it’s a cleansing, a blessing, washing weight from my mind, the world’s a hushed beat, leaving noise behind, and in this wet symphony, I’m feeling alive, in the calm of the storm, I’m starting to thrive.