Walking in the Rain

Walking daily feel the burn, what once was joy becomes a pain.

Round and round the block we go, changing paths to change the view.

Will it rain, do I go, are questions that I ask myself. Of course, I go, I cannot not.

It starts to drizzle, I feel the mist, too far from home to avoid the rain I continue on my path.

It starts to rain, I’m water logged. Shoes are squishing, water dripping with each step I take.

With upturned face and tongue stuck out I taste the rain, remembering years gone by, when jumping in a puddle and playing in the rain was such a sheer delight.

I giggle to myself and look to see if anyone is watching. I jump in puddles and laugh out loud, feeling childish glee.

Grinning now from ear to ear I make my way back home.

What had become a pain is now a joy, my love restored by walking in the rain.