Walking In the Rain

I walked the path worn and familiar the wide open space now overgrown and tight, brushing against my shoulders; the foliage dark emerald glistenings of warm rain tapping on the leaves slow and steady, fast and restless; a rush of wind gusting, tossing aside the growth closing in from a night of rain; new growth spurts release honeysuckle vines stretching and curling wrapping spindly to entwine the lilac a panoramic view, leftovers of spring greeting the summer storms; gray skies disturbances suddenly alive taking on a life all its own threatening, challenging the status quo; and I alone walking slow along the path cooled by warm droplets waiting for the quiet lull rest while walking in the rain.