DANCING IN THE RAIN WITH MY PAJAMAS ON

I invite half the people

on the planet who are sad and lonely,

and the other half who want to kill each other,

to join me during the next rain.

There’s so much that must be said,

but words are washed away.

Everyone can be re-baptized,

no matter the tribe.

An ephemeral seizure unravels

the mystical storm inside the brain.

The aurora borealis

becomes visible wherever you are.

Dancing molecules interconnect.

The sweet sound of a golden pipit

makes music out of the air.

Everyone remembers to breathe,

and reincarnates with a smile.