Overindulgent, sure, but could not resist a second offering for the dVerse prompt.
No longer shall I care About the weather, Nor my surroundings Or let them sway my mood. The same will I feel about people, Their judgments and opinions And incredulous stares.
Instead, when the urge Is upon me, Down cobblestone streets, Past darkened doorways Full of scowling, sour faces, Laughing,
I shall wear red and Dance barefoot in the rain.