They lead me down a wet dirt road
Of wonder
And I do
There was a break in the rain
After every cadence and rhythmic crazy percussion sound
Beat down hard in torrents for
A never ending time to get out the gopher wood
Sort of day
No a season, a long one
Where the rain is external internal incessant
And they lead me down the wet dirt road
The one with spilled smells of this won’t last forever
And we dodge puddles and look for damp hope
That this washed away the pitiful
Lord lead me not into a place of pity
Canines have a way of sniffing out the best spots
And pulling hard when you are dragged down in more than pluff mud
The raindrops are heavy on the leaves
And no rainbow has broken out it’s colorful
Hallelujah chorus
Yet
Just because you cannot see
Does not mean it is not there
The yellow lab finds glory all along the wet dirt road of wonder
I should have half his faith
The break in the symphony of heavenly wet
And we go spilling back out into the world
These dry bones
Should have known
It wouldn’t last forever.
It never does.
And there are smells and sights and sound on the wet dirt road
They won’t wait around forever
Joy doesn’t have an expiration date but today’s joy is
Today’s joy
Just ask the old yellow lab
Who’s on borrowed time
It’s time to walk in the rain.
elizabeth w. marshall 
And they lead me down the wet dirt road
The one with spilled smells of this won’t last forever
And we dodge puddles and look for damp hope
I love this. The recognition that there is more than we can see, and we keep searching for it, and sometimes a friend — and sometimes a friend with fur — shows us the way.
🙂 I am not sure there is anyone who hears me quite like you Ashley. My words come back to me multiplied in the gifts you send my way.