A QUESTION IN THE RAIN

 
                A LIGHT COLD RAIN WAS FALLING
                AS I LEFT THE HOUSE THAT DAY
                A WESTERN WIND WAS BLOWING
                THROUGH THAT OVERCAST OF GRAY

                PUDDLES FILLED THE STREETS
                AS I BEGAN MY DAILY WALK
                STEADY PATTER ON MY UMBRELLA
                I SHIVERED BUT DIDN’T BALK

                SHOD WITH RUBBER BOOTS I WAS
                THE HEAVY INSULATED KIND
                WOOL SWEATER AND WINDBREAKER
                WARMEST HAT THAT I COULD FIND

                FACING INTO THE WIND I TROD
                ON A DAY BOTH DARK AND BLEAK
                WALKING, A QUESTION FORMED
                AND AN ANSWER I NEEDED TO SEEK

                “GOD, I KNOW THAT YOU HEAR ME”
                “THERE’S SOMETHING I MUST KNOW”
                “MUST WE HAVE THESE NASTY DAYS”
                “WHY, IT’S COLD ENOUGH TO SNOW!”

                CHUCKLING, HE ANSWERED ME
                AND I WON’T FORGET WHAT HE SAID
                IT MAKES MY TREKS MUCH EASIER
                BY THE LIGHT THAT HE SHED

                “EVERYONE LOVES THE SUNSHINE”
                “IT MAKES THEM HAPPY AND GLAD”
                “BUT CAN THEY KEEP THAT FEELING
                ON A DAY BOTH NASTY AND BAD?”

                “I CREATED THESE DAYS AS A TEST
                TO SEE HOW THEY WILL REACT”
                “HOPING THAT THEY’LL STILL SEEK ME
                ON BAD DAYS, MATTER OF FACT”
                “THAT’S THE PURPOSE FOR THE RAIN
                AND WHY I SEND THE SNOW”
                “JUST MAYBE THEY WILL THINK OF ME
                AS THEIR DAILY LIVES I SLOW”