THE JOG

The showering cleanse

brings wet friends

to my shirt soaked stride. 

Clouds burst wide-eyed,

loosing all inside,

drenching down upon us below. 

Weak knees depart

at desperate paces,

while I glide

from left to right

and side to side. 

To the skies

I confide my war-cry,

defying sighs who slide away. 

Anchored baggage....

my shirt is strewn in two,

torn....

too heavy to be worn. 

Go, slinking meek,

sneek off

to soak-free stations. 

Long legs increase with speed 

catching each drop on my body,

hoarding the rain

from the pained

wet-wretched ungrateful. 

Floating bones feel the flood

of chilled dropping dew,

ever warming with each jog-step. 

At the peak of the pour,

the sky bleeds dry,

giving way to a starburst of rays.

Firery sunbeams glaze,

igniting a blaze of beauty,

magnificent in perfect precision. 

Wet leaves glow burning green

with the yellow orange hues

to compliment the strong toned blues.  

Accelerating pace inspired by this place,

fills me with grace. 

I weathered the storm with  love and desire

'til sun shone to set my heart afire.