I have never understood
Why people like to dance
Or to sing
In the rain.
The rain on my island
Floods the streets,
Turns the sand to mud,
Deadens my heart.
I think of Paradise lost,
And of a lover
And a friend
And I long for the sun.
I want to feel the sand,
Dry and soft and white,
I want to remember him
Smiling in the sun.
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