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.
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