Summer night walk

 I can't lie, my son took this picture

Footsteps clip clap in flip flops. 

Headlights sweep 'cross dirty feet. 

Drizzling mists.  Streetlamp turning drops to diamonds. 

Spy a frog, hop the step. 

Nope, you cannot catch me yet. 

Thunder claps as lightnings flash. 

Drips drop harder, falling fast. 

I’m soaked to skin, my steps splish splash. 

Unbolt the door and let me in.

Joining G-Man with a Friday Flash 55

460.  Going out for dinner (to my favorite restaurant) with friends
461.  Husband is home from his travels
462.  Fully alert and awake this morning
463.  Friday (I just had to say it)