Umbrella Skies
It really was peculiar, yes, my trip back home today –
Cloud cover quite peculiar, umbrella-like, that way;
I drove out into clear blue sky right by the half-way tree
Behind me rain was falling hard – not so ahead of me.I passed the place where that man died while riding on the bus;
I passed the rain-soaked swaths of grain; commuters in a rush;
Potato plant with problem spuds; 'For Sale' sign on a farm;
But sky before me is quite clear, and me? I fear no harm.’Cause we've got problems, all of us – some big, while others small;
But on the other side of rain, there's sunshine after all;
See – at the limits of this town folks just now rise and shine;
The geese are flying overhead to find a warmer clime;The road crew pulls the tarps from piles of something they kept dry;
The starlings on the hydro line sing out their morning cry;
The crow surveys the highway for new road-kill fresh from night;
First leaves of autumn's panoply reflect the morning light;Full moon appears from under clouds, a quiet sentinel;
A steer escaped from grazing herd thinks he's advancing well;
Above me now as I drive out from this umbrella's edge,
The rising sun lights underneath – bathes scudding clouds in reds.Behind me still the rain falls hard, but here it is quite clear;
“Halfway ”, I think “ is this like life? – good days proceed from here?”
I guess there will be rain again, it is a part of things;
But now there's sun – I crest this hill – excitement – my heart sings. ”navigation