Raining and pouring, life giving waters; on farmer's fields (our fields/food),
on thirsty trees and forests and vines, gardens,
filling our water table, filling our homes with showers and baths and
drinks of the best water. Steaming our vegetables, rinsing our salads,
washing our hands and brushing our teeth.
Keeping the ravines sweeping along with their soothing rushing sound
I can hear beneath the pour and patter of the rain,
singing upon all the tree's leaves, splattering upon the field
and the driveway and the lawn.
About to go on a soaking, delicious dog walk with a friend
and two of their four, count'em, four dogs, on a new nearby path
(this person is a specialist when it comes to places to log
miles and miles for
mountain bike and snowshoes and cross country skis and hiking
and swimming those dogs
and all the canine fosters and all).
While snuggled at home will remain the
almost 16 year old,
to wait for a more reasonable day.
So wet wet wet we will be, the pup and I,
tromping through sopping wet forest,
watching dogs race and tumble and run and twist
this way and that,
sneakers sopped in no time at all,
wiping rain off faces,
my pup a somewhat larger wet rat by now,
seeing what all the big dogs are doing
Tromping in the rain, for me, bested only by tromping in the winter rain. Yup.
Out, out I go...have a wonderful day you all.
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