Rain Has a Dancing Feel

Rain has a dancing feel It brings me night crawlers Who swivel around on warm pavement Creeping out the weak Delighting me Rain has her own barometer Measuring my happiness Am I going to smack those mud puddles with pure joy Or am I going to moan and groan as my car slides around? I usually chose the mud puddles. Rain smiles at this. Rain keeps me young. Others get out their umbrellas. I stand under a tree, daring lightning to get me Laughing when my hair is all wet, sticking out in worse directions. Nothing makes me more real than rain. Rain delights my grandchildren. They run in it, jump in it Their Big Wheel bicycle tires slip and slide on it. They are reckless, and enthusiastic, And when we are finished, we run in to have cookies And listen to the marvelous sounds of God bowling.