Out and about

The wild wind whips my hair around,
And it smatters against my face,
Until my cheeks are plastered with hair,
It’s a feeling I cannot replace.

My welly boots squelch in the swamp mud,
They are coated from the toe to the lip,
I pull my coat around me away from the rain,
Away from the definite drip.

At last I reach my welcoming home,
I wipe my soggy boots on the mat,
I leave them outside now I’m nice and warm,
Now what do you say about that.