A Rain Hug

It hardly ever rains in New Mexico

If it does then I gotta go

I’ll go outside with just a tshirt on

Summer rain- what is the harm?

But still days and days with no rain

I look straight above again and again

An ocean of blue up in the sky

No rain I must complain, everything is dry

Grandpa took me fishing the next day

I was hoping rain would come our way

We walked along the river casting our lines

Then some rain dropped among the pines

The rain bounced on the river a smidge

But we were fishing from under a bridge

I walked out to feel the rain

And the drizzle stopped once again

Is this God playing tricks on me

Shutting off his rain faucet at the count of three

I Love any rainfall either how big or how little

I will let it rain on my face and jump in a puddle

But wherever I am and wherever I go

It never ever rains in New Mexico

One time it rained on me and my Dad

But he blocked it with an umbrella he had

So I sat in my yard reading a book

Was that a drop, should I take a look

As I turned and stared into the sky

I saw a pigeon that went flying by

He dropped something white and it wasn’t rain

Something much worse that left a stinky stain

I closed the book and started to eat my lunch

When something wonderful came down in a bunch

It was so much rain that I could not complain

Better yet, I was soaking wet

My hair was wet, my head, my brain,

Have you ever got a hug from the rain?

So if you see a drizzle whatever it may be

A raindrop or a storm whatever you do see

Give the rain a hug and say it is from me.

Author Notes: If you enjoyed this, I have many more on shortstories 101--Beowulf.