I want to dance and sing she said,
But it's pouring out he told her.
I don't care she retorted.
Your hair will be a mess, and your dress will get wet.
I won't melt though, and I like how it smells.
You're sweet enough to melt though he said and smiled.
But I won't she said defiantly.
I'm going and you can't stop me.
I guess I might as well come along then he replied.
So they went out into the storm and turned their faces to the sky.
The weight of the world washed away under the heavy downpour.
She didn't melt, and her hair was a mess and her dress soaked.
It was worth it he told her, just to see you smile.
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