This Kind Of Adventure Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The only ones who come to understand,
The importance of being drenched...
And soaked as they walked in pouring rain,
Are those who feel they've been cleansed...
Nourished and forgiven,
For taking life and the process of it for granted.
With only one claim to make to confess it,
To know it understood to comprehend...
That their decision to get thoroughly wet,
Can not be blamed on others with it expected...
To have their accusations accepted.
No one experiencing this kind of adventure,
Is seeking a place to evade from the truth.
Especially when they take upon themselves,
To be completely exposed.
And freed from attempts to make impressions.

'Why are you standing outside,
When you can come inside to dry? '

~I will.
But I am taking this time,
To express my appreciation.~