Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

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.