Do they worry, I wonder, lost in the rain,
Relentless thoughts that batter the brain
With rods of steel?
Do they see the river that falls from the sky
Red with the stop lights of cars going by
In the twilight?
Do they huddle in misery, full of regret
That they chose to walk and are getting wet
But don’t know why?
Their footsteps are led by a joyous soul
That bounds through the puddles, muddy and whole,
Loving the rain.