Running the Rain
From the cabin porch
I watch rain clouds
tumble over mountain tops.
In this valley you can smell the rain
long before it falls.
Yesterday on the rugged road
to the river bridge
I tried to outrun the rain
on the ATV,
while I sensed it
looming over my shoulders.
It’s a game I know I will lose
but on the other side
of that wooden bridge
are warm blankets
and another story
to tell the sleepy cat
that flops on a rug
by the fire.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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