Waiting For A Rainy Day

Written by: Robert Ptolemy

I'll write this on the back
Of a cold-tempered cloud
Aching with rain released
onto a black clutched shroud

Its another fine morning
But I pray for showers
To reflect my emotions
As I while away the hours

Seconds,minutes pass
At a slow progression
They take no heed of forlorn boys
Dreaming of their obsession

These seconds march ominously
To another breaking day
As the sky brightens to white,
to blue, not grey

As the farmers arise
And mount tractors to save the hay
I sit by a sunlit window
Waiting for a rainy day