"Singing Gibberish in the Rain" poem

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A Japanese Girl Dancing in Gibberish Rain
(Paris, in a dream of nonsense)

She lifts her umbrella—a paper moon white—
Though no clouds gather, the sky is bright.
Yet down it falls, in jangling streams:
A rain of gibberish, skipping dreams.

“Ta-ra, chi-pon, lulu-lé,”
She taps in heels through Rue Marais.
A rhythm forms beneath her toes,
Where consonants bloom like April’s rose.

Parisians blink behind their glass,
Cafés hush as they watch her pass.
She twirls mid-sentence, steps on phrase,
Each syllable caught in a sunlit daze.

The Eiffel leans to hear her clack,
As vowels bounce from cobblestone crack.
No language, yet the dance makes clear—
That joy needs neither tongue nor ear.

Kimono brushed by summer wind,
She spins where alphabet rains begin.
Umbrella high, in daylight’s glow,
She taps through nonsense soft as snow.

In that gibberish, there's truth concealed—
A heart unbound, a self revealed.
And all of Paris, wide awake,
Feels grammar shift and silence break.