drowned dance

We were walking down the marble path,
on a bright and cloudless day
Whispering stories of past lives,
remembering and giggling at simple words like acorn
How lovely to feel so at ease,
around another.
Until the sky darkened, tones hushed,
and the smell of rain was in the air.
Our steps became wobbled and our laugher
caught in our throats.
Sometimes you continue on dancing in the rain,
and other times you drown in a moment.