Wash Away

Twirling around, with and ironic sound
of music dropping on the surroundings about her
feeling free as can be,
water drips on her
she dances to to strange hermonic sounds,
with a sexual passion as she screams
let it be, let it be
as it rins harder, all signs of love come out.
As if an angle were standing about.
The harsh madness of the rain,
brings out all her pain
as it sooths her gential sole
to be one with nature of it all