DANCING ON RAIN

by

Sandra Seamans

Lacey stood naked. Arms stretched toward the stars.

Misty rain drizzled dancing droplets between the goosebumps that dotted her ebony flesh.

She pirouetted as rain sluiced her body. Liquid crystal cleansing the blood from her skin.

How could death feel so alive?

She shimmered, while rain and moonlight entwined, creating wings to lift her heavenward.

END