Drizzle trust

A day of cannot do, do not have, cannot figure out, and what now.  I went for a walk in the drizzle.  Like a heating blanket on pre-heat the drizzle soaked my hair, skin and clothes.  Just a 15 minute walk.  Not much.  A squirrel peaked behind a tree, as wet as me, to say hello.  I walked through, not around, a puddle and created a splash.  Drops of rain played on my hair’s slip and slide and raced down my cheeks.  And when I returned, two small feathers, dwarfed by droplets of rain taking a nap, awaited me.  I still cannot do, do not have, cannot figure out, and do not know what next and the night still awaits.  I went for a walk in the rain.  A short walk.  Timid trust.  And two feathers drying beside me.