A decadent party.
For no reason really.
Rain on our shoulders - sweets on our lips...
Feeling so alive.
Dancing in the rain.
Finding yourself again.
You were always there really, at your proverbial party in the street.
No care to make you say, why am I doing this anyway?
The reason was clear.
And that's enough reason, my dear.
Perhaps you should throw another soiree - just a party for one, to say...
I am lovely, I am alive, I matter.
May I taste the batter?
photo found here.