Raindancer

She, the elegant ballerina, the hilarious pierrot.
They, the dazzling jewels, the glisten teardrops.
If I removed all the paint from your face,
all the pretty trinkets from your dress,
and wiped the stubborn overcast from your hair,
would you show your sunny white curls,
and tell me, with a big smile:
"Hey! Look! What a beautiful day."