Rain Walking Poem (Attempt # 2 of 3)

So now I am older
the rain beckons me.
Does it still have that old magic?
I think, I shall see.

My new friend is a dog,
A Water Spaniel named Ralph,
But he won’t go out in the rain,
So I’ll go by myself.

I put on my galoshes,
Button up my raincoat,
Then wrap a knitted scarf,
Around my bare throat.

On my naked head,
I place a wide brimmed hat,
to run rain off my shoulders
and not down my back!

I opened the door
Went out on the stoop
Took a great nose breath in
that smells like dog poop.

Taking one more step down
while cursing my mutt
I slipped on the wet step
and fell on my butt.

Limping back into the house,
I de-dressed myself,
then sat by the heat duct
With my best friend Ralph.

Now, I have decided to
stop walking in the rain.
It just takes too long
to get warm again.

The End (Ta Da)