Wandering.

She opens the door
Looks out into the shimmering curtains of water
And with one step
She's gone.

He watches it roll off the rooftop
Stares up at the white sky
What would it be like to fly?
He slips down the stairs.

Bare feet splash the streams
She spins and dances along the street
Not caring who hears her laugh
Arms wide, catching the gems on her skin.

Down the sidewalk
Across the bridge
He's wandering
Because somewhere, the rain is singing.

September rain
Is the perfect time
To raise her voice
And listen to the thunder.

It's getting closer
He sees a figure in the distance
Flickering in the downpour
And he hears the soundtrack of his summer.