It starts with light sprinkles
and I continue walking
not bothered.
But as soon as I emerge
from the woods,
the drops enlarge.
They plop onto my arms and head.
Their velocity increases,
as they come plummeting towards the ground.
faster
and
faster
and
faster.
and soon,
my arms are coated.
i don't run,
i don't take cover,
but I walk.
i feel the rain
run down my skin.
they drip onto my face
and steam up my glasses.
i stop at a bridge.
i look over the sides
and admire the water.
The crystal clear
creek water,
mixes with the orange
street water,
to make a cloudy river.
The plants and flowers
reach to mother nature's
tears.
And I tell the sky to
cheer up.
But secretly,
even if it's a little sad,
I like the rain.