Dreadlocks dangling down my bare, pale back
My eyes are the colour red like a sunset in summer
A quick brush of wind converses with my skirt
Feeling the rain start to 
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I taste it on my lips
I turn towrads the pool in the sky, stopping to stare
With my eyes closed I lift my arms out and up
Every drop gently kisses my flesh
Barefoot, I feel the ground liquefying
I can see the vauge silouette of camp ahead
Around the fire my mates grab their instruments
Joyous music fills out sourounding and everyone starts to dance
Skirts flow in circles, we grab tighter to our partners
Echoing the music is the laughter of the children joining in on the fun
This is how we honour nature; this is our celebration