she said aloud.
By the time the downpour softened to a drizzle, Maya was shivering but smiling. She walked home slowly, not to delay the inevitable, but to savor the last few kisses of cold water on her skin.
She stepped outside without an umbrella.
she whispered, closing her laptop. "It’s about learning to dance in the rain."
Suddenly, a rumble of thunder shook the air. Most people would have run. But Maya tilted her face upward, eyes closed, and thought of the most famous quote of all:
And as the poet had promised: So next Saturday, when the skies opened up again, she laced up her old boots and went looking for the forest.
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