Walk in Rain
I like to walk out in the early rain
trudge by the houses hibernating snug
track the road-edge out to where the city ends.
Like to walk far past the traffic all alone
and hear the patter of the rainfall on my coat
taste the morning droplets on my tongue.
Like to see the rainwater play among the leaves
drip from branches onto branches onto ground
trickle through the dead leaves of the floor.
Like to run my hand along the damp oak-bark
dip my bare feet in the dirt. I like to see
raindrops oozing brook-like between my toes.
Like to walk out in the early rain.
theNakedAtheist 