A pond near my house, turned to liquid stone
By the rain that falls from the growling sky.
I walk in this rain with my dog, alone
While the lightening makes things fry.

The rain stripes all around with thin white lines
That obscure yet beautify everything.
My dog looks at me with brown eyes and whines;
She does not appreciate this wetting.

A very loud clap of thunder makes me
Jump into the air and stare all around;
By me is not a single thing to see
Nothing but the rain hitting on the ground.

My dog and I make it home in one piece
Just after the rain begins to decrease.

07/30/2006

Posted on 07/30/2006
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