A Twilight of Rain

They’d said it was going to rain.
 
The skies threatened a dark gray-black
as my hound, Tony, and I had
headed to the woods this late morn.
Nothin’ ever bothers Tony.
 
Strained my knee a fortnight before.
Healing, but Tony could sense the
trammel of my gait as we walked
beneath the tall hemlock and oak
 
At times, Tony bounded ahead
but always returned to find me
un-disappointed with my pace.
Nothin’ ever bothers Tony.

Near a mile out, the downpour came
followed by that first blast of thunder,
sauntering up that ravine, slipping
beneath the tall hemlock and oak
 
Soon along came Tony, seeking
not comfort in the raging storm--
only concerned for an old man.
Nothin’ ever bothers Tony.
 
Stood in that twilight of rain
Caught in a midsummer’s deluge
An undreamt dream in the woodland
beneath the tall hemlock and oak
 
Drenched bone through, I said to my hound,
“Reckon we oughta head home, eh?”
So we ambled back through the muck.
Certain nothing bothers Tony.
 
They’d said it was going to rain.