It's Just a Promise

It's raining today;
Water streams down the window.
(Don't know what to wear).

Not a patch of sun;
Mist clouds roll across the road
Dotting the snow fields.









Cars rush swiftly by
Like they're afraid of the rain.
(Just a silly thought).

The stream is roaring;
No longer tranquil and iced
It plunges forward.










Through the misty rain
Two car lights slowly approach,
Swishing, splashing past.










On the dim wet porch
Broken chair and crutches lie,
Forlorn in the gloom.

Pebbles on my head--
Small drops fall on my rain hat;
Jeans wet and heavy.

Woods grow bare again;
White vanishing into brown.
Drops fall from the eaves.

It won't last long,
This liquid bursting of Spring.
It's just a promise.

Racing near the road
The stream picks up momentum
On it's downward plunge.