Inaction in the Rain

Sitting in the car, in the rain, waiting on trains

Thoughts splashing around our brains, like…

“It’s raining and we’re held up, so naturally the bladder wakes up!”

“’Passing trains’ is a nice title for a book or a musical group…”

“How ‘bout ‘Transports Passing’, or…”

“Wait! Speaking of transport passing, I really gotta go…” and the trains end

Travel takes the thoughts off of pressing matters.

Enough of a Good Thing

O, wet days

piled on top of one another

dreary, gloomy, trudging

through slippery wet streets

watching the drippy eaves

gray, colorless earth and sky

cold, windy air

mist drizzling lacy, reflective

wetness over everything until

this morning when

I noticed the full moon shining

on one side of the sky and

the dawn radiating a thin red line

from the other side of the sky

O, dry days

Actually, I only felt overcast for one moment yesterday. I’ve been enjoying the moisture, but the past week of wetness has made up for the weeks and weeks of dryness back in Kansas. I think I’m no longer dry, so I’m glad that heaven’s perspiration is stopping now, because I would have needed a sunlamp.

TR