Raining

Almost there, a few steps to the door The wind spanks us promising more Eyes view up while drops start down The race is on across the ground. Brand new shoes, a clean white blouse, Crunching my hat I sight in the house. A drop there, now a drop here Drops on the blouse and it goes clear. Drops on the shoes but that's just fine, Water bounces off these loafers of mine. Drops start pelting, I reach for my keys, My hat blows off ,I turn to retrieve. Drops to streams just like that Water soaked, I dive for my hat. Rising now I splash toward the lock, Hat in hand with soaking wet socks. Door unlocked inside to the dry Sighing now I wipe my eyes, Oh no! I feel like a louse, My wife's outside in a see through blouse!