The British weather
Is quite known
For having a mind
Of one’s own
We certainly experienced it
Here today
Tricked into thinking
Spring was on it’s way
It started with sunshine
Glorious and bright
Followed by raindrops
The weatherman was right
But then came the hailstones
Attacking us so
The only thing missing
Was bloomin’ snow!
When life throws you a rainy day, play in the puddles
Pooh Bear
Tap, Tap, Tap
Goes the child against the door
Drip, Drip, Drip
Raindrops roll from coat to floor
Wag, Wag, Wag
Tail of the eager dog
Great, big, sigh
This is going to be a slog
Please, please, please
Says the one who can barely talk,
Even in this weather?
Looks like we’re going for a walk
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
Goes the Invasive wind
Splash, splash, splash
The child and dog grin
Thud, thud, thud
Throbs my beating heart
Smile, smile, smile
Happiness is an art.
Regardless of the weather and whether you’ve been home all day or just walked in, a walk is always welcome in our house, especially a walk with puddles. My little guy and the four-legged old lady both conquered the puppy dog eyes long ago. They have no regard for an imposition the wet walk may cause. However, often those two know better and after we’re home dried and snuggled back under a blanket, I too must succumb to the notion that the walk was a good idea.
Originally written in response to
WQW – Rain
FOWC – Imposition
“Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty.” – Rumi
As I came across the small stream of water, my aching body looked up to the sky with thanks. Falling to my hands and knees I scooped the water into my mouth with a ferocious desperation that surprised me. I scooped and drank and scooped and drank until my belly ached then fell to the side of the spring. It had seemed to rise out of nowhere knowing the exact moment that I would need it.
I had never expected to find myself along this mountain trail but when I had heard that Elena had been moved I just knew I had to follow her. I had faced many dangers along the pathway travelling on my own as I was but the near desperation of thirst had far out-weighed all my fears. Just when I felt weakest I had stumbled upon the spring. As I lay on my back looking up at the sky I gave thanks, for this spring was surely a sign the gods were on my side and championing my quest to find her.
My response to Sue’s wonderful photo prompt. I’m not sure where I am going with this one this week but thought I’d give it a try anyway :). Maybe an opening for an adventure tale?
If you want to give the prompt a go too, head over to Sue’s Page Thursday Photo Prompt – Spring #writephoto and join in the prompt.KL 
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