To Walk In the Rain

To Walk In the Rain As the cold rain blew, I kept walking for miles with my little dogs walking with me. We were a little family and so we were in this healing thing together. We had to walk as a family together. Besides, don’t dogs like to walk? I carried a big umbrella holding it over them. The rain gently washed the tears from my face and masked my face as I cried. I sobbed and sobbed as I walked. Often pleading to God to end my pain or begging him to strike me dead with lightening. As the thunder roared and my spirits soared, I could yell with hostile anger as loud as I wished to yell. Hours of walking in the rain is the only thing that eased my pain. My dogs must have thought that I had gone insane. For months at night all we did was walk in the rain. Only when spring came and the birds chirped at us did the sun dry away all of my tears. Every night we still walked but not as many miles as before, until we were soaked. I walked so much that I wore the soles out of my tennis shoes. But it was all I could do to medicate my pain and sooth my broken heart way, to walk in the rain. Thank goodness for the cleansing rain. It healed me that year.