Rain
by Mark Sherrick

Looking down at my feet
watching the quarter inch deep
river of rainwater running down the hill
soaking my shoes, soaking through to my socks, 
throwing a chill through me, 
that starts at my toes and radiates
up my body up to my brain and out my ears,
looking at the sky, smiling at the dark grey
clouds above me, laughing at the fact I’m 
standing outside in the middle of a huge rainstorm
without a care in the world.