The Old Barn Way out on the far end of the farm, Far away from everything, hidden and all but forgotten. The perfect hideaway in That age-old childhood game of "hide and seek" I wait---still, silent, patient. I look around the old barn....the dust, cobwebs, rotting wood, When suddenly I spy ---him who has already spied me--- HUGE, sprawling, in the corner ready to pounce on me! I can barely contain myself when Y-I-K-E-S! A sudden clap of thunder and a huge bolt of lightning remind me of the closeness of another one of those surprise mountain summer storms. I dart from the barn and race for the house as fast as my short little legs can carry me. Half way home I'm soaked to the skin...why run now? I take off my shoes and slowly stroll along the old, no longer used dirt road. I feel the soft, smooth, cool mud squish between my toes. I hold out my hands and raise my face to the sky, relishing in every drop of the rain bath I am receiving. "GET IN THIS HOUSE BEFORE YOU CATCH YOUR DEATH IN COLD!" Oops!
