Rain walk

by joetwo

A heavy mist of rain falls from the steel-grey sky,

I and my dog at my side shrug at each other and head out, determined to complete our morning ritual.

Clothes and hair act as sponges growing steadily heavier as if they are absorbing the moisture straight for the air.

We are both cold and miserable, our plight made all the worse for the early hour forsakes anybody else to share it with.

We continue ever onwards, the smells of summer linger in the air , mingling with wet dog.

We look out across the bridge, into the rain-misted distance as if into the future,

Our minds already through the warm door of home.