~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

Jogging Blues

When the storm, it starts a-brewing,
my heart is filled with dread,
'cuz once the rain starts falling,
I'll be drenched with every tread.

There's slim hope of finding shelter
in the great outdoors.
I'm sure you know the saying:
"When it rains, it pours!"

Dirt splatters on my face —
it sticks behind my ears —
as I soldier down the trail
while the sky pours forth its tears.

Water, it floods my innards
as I squelch through muddy pools,
But who am I to complain?
I'm just an old pair of tennis shoes.