Walking In The Rain

Our triumphant return.

Today, Ranger and I went walking in a downpour. 

I was soaked to the skin within the first five minutes. 

Water dripped off my nose, my braid, even my eyelashes; and my boots were lakes. 

Ranger's fur was so full of water that he stopped to shake himself off several times, as if he had been swimming.

The rain was so fierce that even though this was a Sunday afternoon, when the sidewalks are usually full of weekend fitness warriors, Ranger and I found ourselves all alone. We literally saw not one other soul during our forty-five minute romp.

But honestly, even in this wicked weather, Ranger and I had the time of our lives. We marched through mud, splashed through puddles, and hurried along in a mostly successful attempt to stay warm, despite the hypothermia-inducing conditions. 

"Brrrr. I think I need a towel." 

In spite of our soggy, cold and bedraggled state, Ranger and I loved every minute that we spent walking (and singing) in the rain.

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We're walking in the rain

Just walking in the rain

What a glorious feeling

We're happy again

We're laughing at clouds

So dark up above

The sun's in our heart

And we're ready for love

Let the stormy clouds chase

Everyone from the place

Come on with the rain

We've a smile on our face

We walk down the lane

With a happy refrain

Just walking and

Singing in the rain