Out of the bus and into the rain
I walked not caring at all
What made me pause was
the sudden obscurity of things
What made my vision dull
was only water on my spectacles
The rain drops were falling on the road
Making tiny boats of thinnest glass
that crumble even as they form
If only these could last
I would weave a little dream
and all day long walk up
and down the country roads
in the rain rain-blinded.