I love walking with her
The rain lightly pours
Just enough to keep all things wet
I shield her
To keep her dry
She shivers only once
From the chill in the air
But her smile shines through the cold
She never asks permission
But I am always willing
She forgets about me unless I’m needed
I don’t complain
She’s always happy to see me
When the storms get worse
She holds me tight
I shield her
I keep her dry
Until the clouds pass
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 