Tempting Rain

The heavens wore gray a blanket of clouds hovered ensuing a roiling interplay of sun and impending shower wrestling for control of the sky. I was feeling gleefully energized brazen enough to dare the rain to fall, command the clouds to move away, anything more promising I left on the lap of gods in full confidence. With the air streaming with possibilities my eyes glazed hypnotic at a distant vision a flock of blackbirds exploding out of a tree my cue to disregard some measure of deference to a weather which at any moment may go rogue Taunting the skies to behave I set out for a walk on a trail which led to a winding road that rimmed the lakefront stark silhouettes of trees looked eerie yet haughty their skeleton branches spread in wild abandon. The somnolent quiet sank into my bones as I breathed in this solitude owning my space but a storm came and flung me into the suck of wind, the sting of rain drenched and soaked me wet to my skin, shivering and cold. Unflinching, I carried my own kind of survival like a badge of honor, though I tempted the rains which took on my bluff, I had shaken my fist on the gods that be who were clearly not amused but did not plunge me into an avalanche of mud. @jjote posted 06/27/2016