A Soaking

I walked around my local lake today With its fallen wet russet leaves Mulched by heavy rain, now lining a Meandering path with its deep Puddles like a patchwork quilt. Part way round it became heavy With rain which I had to plod Through. Trees either side dripping Their wet falling leaves over a Sodden path, and me. A flash of red caught the corner of A wet eye where a robin stood perched On an extended twig tweeted a hello. I paused, and we looked at each other. I said hello back, and it tweeted, again. Perhaps it was cursing the weather, Though I doubt it, they are used to it. But for a brief moment in time, and Both soaked to the skin, we shared Everything nature had to throw at us With a smile.