It's raining, it's pouring
Others run for shelter
But I am adoring the blissfulness
of the droplets touching my skin
Splish splash as I skip like a child
My bare feet making contact with the earth
So cool and refreshing
Restorative and invigorating
The rain soaks my clothing
And splatters against my feet
I run and jump
I'm a child again
Enjoying a simple pleasure
A flash of lightening, a crack of thunder
It's time to go inside
But oh the fun I've had
Can't wait to do it again
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is a widow who enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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