run in the rain

as i went into the next venture

and i never heard the tapping by my feet

as if a invisible beat was whisper toward my knees

it never dawned on me just what could it be

free spirited and head turned all the way around

not a care in the world and not a standard frown

apples were dancing from the trees and i was always

eager to be Me and always play out the role

the slick streets were another thing

but my self worth was beyond any number

so the weather no matter what it was

felt like sunshine even when buckets dare drain on me