She wasn’t waiting
For a train or a bus
Just the rain that was falling
To bite the dust
Sheltering for a while
As the Sun teases its golden return
Fingers beckoning
Beams of light
Through cracks in the cloud
As thunder cracks loud
Through the opening sky
Soon enough
The rain will snuff
And she’ll be there
Still dry and tough
To cross the street
And buy her stuff
Soon enough
Yes, soon enough
A Life in Poems 