just past Spring Equinox haiku

warm spring thunderstorm
up here on my mountain side
so magnificent

walking uphill rain
soaking running dripping wet
shake head to clear eyes

lightning count to eight
thunder brings the rain harder
step step squish step step

I am not cold I
am not tired I am not lost
I am home embraced

it is possible
it is not a dream or lie
life as we live it