Rainy Days

Begrudgingly I grab my raincoat rolling my eyes back sighing, not again Now SHE, she jumps up and down acting like she just won the lottery. Slipping on rubber boots I ask, you really want to walk in this rain? She stares at me as if saying, move it I don’t have all day. Opening the front door the strong wind sprays rain into my face I grab my zipper pulling it up as high as I can get it. My loud cries were drowned out by the wind of course As my saggy aging chin got in the way of zips journey to the top. Wondering which direction we should go this time out I am dragged quickly to the right for some reason only she knows Before long I am pulled under the first tree, a wind gust comes up Dumping water on me as if this were the ice bucket challenge. Now if the neighbours are wondering where my umbrella is Yesterday it tried taking me on an outer space mission. It was one of those super heavy duty cost a fortune type Built so well, instead of collapsing you just fly. When I decided she had enough opportunities for release It becomes my turn to do the pulling and I’m all in. She slowly came still kicking grass wildly behind her, Sending little patches of grass flying on the neighbour’s lawn. Ops. Entering my house I am happy to shed a few pounds of soaked laundry I dry her off as well as possible then she shakes and soaks the front hall. Pondering the fresh air and exercise I just received I sit back in my chair Happy and contented, praying she can hold it till the rain finally stops. For ye whom wonder, yes I had baggies with me. Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 09.11.2014 For Contest Rainy Days 4th Leonora Galinta