Ever tried riding a bike when it is raining...
May be you will try after reading this.


A rain ride


Howl... howl... howl...
The thunder roared
Threatening me to stay indoors
I wanted to cry
Where nobody was nigh
So I decided to face the roar... roar... roar...

I took my bike
And took to the rough ride
Soaking in the cold... cold... drops
I lifted my face towards the sky
And felt tiny bullets hitting me hard
As I passed the fields ready with crops.

In that benumbing pain
Bruised and cold and tired
With tears marred by the pelting rain
I felt the bliss
Of being washed clean
Of all troubles and pain.

Then the outpour thinned out
And I caught a beautiful sight
Blazing against the clear blueness
Rainbow against the eastern sky.

And when I returned home after my rain ride
And saw the relief sparkling in everyone's eyes
I knew my rain ride surely worked
And I bade my tears goodbye.



Poetry by Amy Valentina
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Written on 2010-10-26 at 13:14

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NicholasG
I remember riding my bicycle around in a heavy rainstorm. In the beginning it is a bit bothersome, but once your soaked and can't get any wetter, you accept it and begin to grow a wide smile. Soon you're riding through the deep puddles, and in the end you feel cleaned as never before.
Thank you Amy, for bringing back a lovely memory.
Nick
2010-10-26