spring storm

across the sky we find but little light
the rain is falling steady cold and grey
we're told that this is a long wet day
it will be cooler yet over the night
street illuminations do not seem bright
instead a pall hangs upon each way
it's not clear whether to go or stay
even the vulture will not take flight
i break my fast with cereal and tea
i watch the wind moving tops of trees
this seems to be part of a giant jest
somewhere a river flows down to sea
the reeds are swaying in a gentle breeze
and life is not set up to be a test