between rainfalls

pallor of sky the sign of coming rain
a grey day for all of us yet some relief
will come nature's the fairest thief
of time and effort yet all ends in pain
that was the message we heard it plain
there's no refuge in any faith or belief
we face the monster it consumes our grief
and then returns it to us once again
the sun's up there we know that as a fact
but here and now the weight of dulling light
makes it remote yet we are not afraid
of what will come we have yet some tact
to keep our minds off any coming fright
we earn our wages and we will be paid