I walked beside the rushing stream between the sodden trees along a slooshy, splashy path and saw the greening growing things and how the falling rain tickled sullen puddles into silvery bubbles and made the glistening, dripping leaves bob and dip and dance.
Solitary as a panther I strolled through that wood; and innocent as a panther that's comfortably replete and not on the look out for something to eat.
Ahead on the path I saw a figure approach, a wet hairy dog keeping close to her feet.
As we neared I sensed her wariness, and pointedly studying the trees I passed, signalled if I could that my disinterest made her safe, for was I not a man, and because of that a threat?
But when we passed I glanced towards her face, and the smile I gave met hers.
And so we went on our ways, not as a man and woman, a dividing wall between, but as two human beings - walking in the rain.
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