NaPoWriMo – Day 8

And what if I forget to dance in the rain?
What if I don’t understand the clapping of the thunder?

Would I still be myself,
if joy no longer felt like puddles beneath bare feet,
or the sky’s applause didn’t echo in my chest?

What if I pass through a storm
and only feel the wet on my skin,
no excitement,
no music carried on the wind?

Will the rain remember
the girl who once twirled beneath its song,
or will it fall in whispers,
hoping I hear the silence?