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Tiny Dancers
They hit the tin roof
tiny dancers
Making symphonies from the clouds
They seemed spiritual and happy
They made our clothes feel warm
One dripped off the ledge and landed on your arm
Your body reacted and hardened
You covered yourself and blushed cuz you
weren't wearing much that day
I looked at the overcast and pretended not to notice
But I sent a silent prayer and thanked God for the rain
