Rain song

The village mad man
naked doth he stand
the moonlight outlining his frame
He dances afore our eyes.

Our eyes no longer tear
our kids no longer cheer
with dry lips ajar
we stare,enthralled by his dance.

His movements soundless
cut through shimmering light,
dancing in the darkness
to the rhythm of the night.

His parched tongue
of hope yet spake,
Soft laughter as songs
his belly did make.

It's like the night is shy,
She utters not a word
As if spellbound by this dance
the moon doth shine on.

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