Waiting like school children
Trapped in the classroom
For sunshine that seems to never come
Even the slightest ray warms
Skin so damp it never dries
I have watched the rain fall
In many ways
On many different days
And I play a small game
Trying to predict where to place a thing
So that it will not get wet
Protect a shiny steel wrench
Or a powered drill
From the cemented permanence of rust
As it eats and freezes
First black then red
Then a pock marked mixture of both
Slowly the hard metal flowers
Bloom and wilt imperceptibly
But I never guess right
Where the tears fall
When the heavens cry
And this rain makes sadness stay
Hangs heavy all around
First black then red
And I never can tell where the rain will fall
Where there is shelter from the storm
And what will bloom
In the rains of Venus
As we wait for a summer day
