RAIN

A warm day.
A faint mist falling.
Something out there,
Seems to be calling.
Slipping on my jacket,
I head for the door.
Where am I going,
I'm not sure.
There is a scent in the air,
And the mist hits my face.
I walk along softly,
Not leaving a trace.
All little Creatures,
Tucked away in their Homes.
As I continue walking,
By myself, But not Alone.

For the many people that enjoy getting out for a leisurely walk in the rain.
Nothing cleanses your soul better.

© Bonnita Gallant 1998

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