Rain Walker
Rain walker
I walk along a long road.
The rain begins to flow.
A drop here and a drop there,oh so lightly.
You listen to the drops as they hit the trees and the signs on the road.
I walk a little faster as the rain is getting harder.
The drop s start to cover the holes in the road as I walk alone.
Rain drops on my head they start to hurt as they fall.
Now the rain walker becomes a runner to hold off from getting wet.
Now it stops I walk in the rain once more.
Copyright © Harold Hunt Sr | Year Posted 2015
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