I am fully acquainted with walking in the rain
I have walked for hours and hours soaked to the skin
The dog and I have wandered down many a country lane
Seeing other dog walker’s on our route we smile or grin
Sometime around a lake we go and cut through a wood
Wet leaves drip on my head echoing and making a din
Head bent down in driving rain lucky I have a hood
Though wet grass and undergrowth make my legs wet
And rain runs down my face nevertheless it feels good
We love the rain the dog and I she’s a wonderful pet
And afterwards I dry her off and she’ll lie on her bed
Looking forward to the next walk without any regret
Rain is part of nature’s rich tapestry when all is said
We love the rain but for some folk it fills them with dread
A nicely written poem, David. There are two kinds of people; those who like to be in the rain, and those who don't. Whenever I get the chance, I like to stand out in the rain, whether it is gentle or torrential. It is a 'magical' time for me
An adorable effort is found to be established in this poem yo maintain the said form. In addition enjoyed the lovely story of yours with your pet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So aptly envisioned and beautifully presented. Thrilling expression. Walking with dog in the rain was your special feeling so captivatingly penned. A lovely poem shared really. Remarkable lines are .....Rain is part of nature’s rich tapestry when all is said We love the rain but for some folk it fills them with dread. .....10