The dry stone walls keeping the forest at
bay are a welcome sight when the rain comes.
I came sprinting in from the field
when the thunder rolls and lightning cracked and
the rain smothered the hills. Threatening to soak
me through, but I ran. I ran so fast I
forgot myself. I ran so fast I put
the wind to shame. I outran gravity
and the rain. They snapped at my ankles
but couldn’t trip me up, not today. And
when I passed the dry stone wall, and safely
through kitchen door. I stood there dripping
on the floor and telling tales of how
I had raced the weather and won.