Dancing in the rain-- Dedicated to Ken

She spins around in wild glee, her white silk dress draped around her slim frame. Her hairband falls out due to her rapid turns, releasing the strands of reddish-brown hair that swing around her head. She is laughing maniacally, her head thrown back and her arms outstretched, as though she had seen the most ridiculous scene ever. Rain was pouring, the little transparent droplets mercilessly attacking her figure, breaking away at the slightest contact and then soaking into her skin. The cool touch of the droplets against her burning skin makes her shudder, but she giggles away the discomfort.

But she continues to dance. She skips a little to the left, her eyes firmly shut, that smile never leaving her face. She kicks into a puddle, then continues to jump in the puddle like a little child. She claps her hands together, the blissful look on her face still. Her actions have attracted the attentions of the other passers-by. They look horrified at the teenager who is wearing boots with a flowery nightgown dancing, scratch that, jumping around in happiness. Some gasp, and try to cover the girl with a cloak or an umbrella, but she merely gently pushes them back into shelter and bows before resuming her own parade. Others shake their head and remark on how silly the girl is, walking away with a kind of indigant look which clearly states, "I am so apologetic to see such a deranged girl, yet I am sure she has the sense, or perhaps her parents, have the sense to take better care of her."

The girl had lost her sense to even think in the weather, flinging herself out into the street and kicking her legs, putting her hands in a position above her head like a ballerina. Her boots are already brown with the mud and are still wet due to the fact that she had been jumping into any puddle regularly. To dance in the rain was a joy, something that no one would even think about before they disapproved. It was a secret kind of happiness for the girl to do so, to enjoy something immensely without the others' knowledge of its fun. She acted like a maniac to them, although it was just the behaviour of a young child in her, to have fun and enjoy nature in its best state. She has never tried to pull anyone into dancing with her, since she knows how fake all of them are. They cover their vain and ugly bodies with expensive cloaks or silk dresses, putting make-up all over their hideous faces to hide the scars, walking with a false air of elegance. They are always concerned about their outward appearance, whether they have gotten their high heels dirty, their dresses wet.

As she dances, she is not concerned with the emotional pain she has felt from the whole dark world. It stings into her crumpled heart, but the rain and physical pain she feels is enough to wash them away for now. She chuckles at their shocked expressions, their mouths hung wide open and eyes blinking in mere disbelief. But they don't know that to dance in the rain, in a way she is taking refuge, to forget, to let the cooling water droplets wash away all her pain and guilt. She feels fresh and pure after every dance, it awakens an inner child within her. She loves dancing in the rain.

Soon it stops. The rain droplets stop falling. The grey clouds slowly edge away out of the stage behind the curtains and the light shines. The sun reappears and it shines a lovely, rosy light on the girl. She smiles for a moment, stretching her arms as though to embrace the warmth, but she later snaps out of her own thoughts and shrieks.
She can't be recognised by anyone now. It might cause her to lose her job. She needs to hurry.
With that, she runs out of the street, twisting and turning into different alleys. But she knows, that as soon as the rain starts to pour, she will continue to dance and she will wash away all the guilt, pain, shame and humilation that she has bore. That'll be her next date, to dance in the rain.

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AWESHOM! I've finally finished it! This is dedicated to Ken, for some strange reason that I mysteriously forgot... >.< 

I'm so sorry, I didn't really do that well on this piece. There're sooooo much repetition! UGH!

Ollie