Walk­ing in the rain...

Isis Town and Country - - Opinion - By NANCE BUR­NETT

THE rain like tears run down my face. I lift my eyes, ad­just my pace, See sparkling webs the spi­der weaves, And lis­ten to the drip­ping leaves, The tree trunks bark now in the wet The birds on boughs are quiet yet. The leaves they crackle here be­low. I splash through pud­dles, on­wards go. Then ev­ery­thing around is clean And sparkling new: the rain has been. Oh, how I’d love to once again Step out, go walk­ing in the rain. No steed have I, in­stead four wheels But here am I, know how it feels. Some fu­ture time I’ll feel no pain, Again go walk­ing in the rain.

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