a ramble in the rain
I cast off work today
for a ramble in the rain.
Shall I count it loss or gain
to recall with bliss
this thunderous morning,
tramping the circle,
dancing home all soaked to the skin.
Presidents pass, and kings die,
everything withers away.
I cling to the crust
of small pleasures,
mud and water,
joy portioned on a tinier scale.
I sow the fruits of everyday magic
and gather the yield
into my yearning arms.
Prompt Subject: You Only Live Once (interpret at will)
Word(s) to use: ramble
Word(s) not to use: live, life, once, last, best, worst
Other requirements/restrictions: at least 15 lines