Monet In Rain

Maybe a thousand people are in a room, two rooms away, all popping bubble wrap with thousands more waiting outside ready to take their place Or a deathly hand slowly turning a dial through medium wave radio missing all the stations finding only constant rhythmical white noise But perhaps a wily dry scaled dragon is sliding down a gravelly mountain as my windscreen patters with the sounds of rain and yet more rain My view rapidly becoming a Monet masterpiece A flick of the lever and suddenly the glass palette is cleared ready to quickly become a Monet all over again And I sit on the dry side of glass, watching, waiting for the next landscape