Dartmoors rain refreshing rain                     

The clouds build in an ever blackening sky,

towers of angels and dragons in flight.

As they approach as black as the night.

Split, splot, tic, tac.

First on my face, then on my back.

I love the rain.

I love the rain when it sticks my hair to my face.

I love the rain when it runs in rivulets down my neck.

I love the rain when it drips off my nose.

I love the way it seeps through my clothes.

I want to shout, laugh and run.

Being an adult isn't much fun.

I want to jump in puddles creating a massive splash.

I want to feel the water ooze into my boots.

I want to walk with a yicky, squelchy slurp.

Here is your unpredictable rain.

Here is the rain that's stings as it hits my face.

Here is the rain that restricts the movement inside my clothes.

Here is the deluge of rain refreshing rain.

I love the Dartmoor rain

                    Melissa Williams