Waiting For a Rainy Day
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
Copyright © Robert Ptolemy | Year Posted 2009
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