Caught In The Rain - Poem by Jeanette Telusma
My dream was finally becoming a reality
Without having to plan it.
The perfect opportunity was present.
I looked up and opened my arms.
It was raining hard.
A dream come true.
My hair was perfect.
Dressed for an outing.
Crossed body purse and all.
It rained as if there was no tomorrow.
Such a joy, a moment filled with peace.
A needed refresher to my soul.
I walked a mile and back.
No need to rush.
This was my moment to smell the roses.
This was a personal moment between me and God.
I envisioned He was there with me.
It was a wonderful time to let go
Of any cumbersome thing.
That day I felt as an eagle soaring high.
Breaking through what holds the mind takes courage.
What an exhilarating feeling it was?
I promise myself this would not be my last.
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