Rain

Splattering and spluttering,

Shoes stammering and stuttering,

A delicate drip on the window pane,

A deluge for the runner on the muddy lane.

Dirt sucks like a monster,

Wakened from its slumber,

Pulling at each pink stride

Plastering its print on purple hide.

Both warm and cold,

Feeling young and old,

Both watered and thirsty,

Washed and dirty,

She bursts through the door

and has a shower.