POEM - Where the Rain Falls

This winter we must have been on Venus

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