Dancing wild

The dance she does in the rain on the street
When the day starts to drown and the night almost on its way
And those little drops of water from the sky above
Fallings aimlessly around and some on her carefree soul.
Nature had it all planned,
This set it prepared for her performance and only spectator who stood,
The lone passager, must weep a tear.
For such is her performance,
The dance of victory- triumph tasted,
She must know of her reach,
And time and again defy them each.
But before she moves on any further,
It is what  she earned she should celebrate,
For once in every million seconds,
She must dance in such a rain.