rainy thursday

hidden our shadows by the fall of rain
your voices muted as the signals fade
there's no one left who we'd want to abstain

old leaves remember none of autumn's pain
the barest branches can promise no shade
hidden our shadows by the fall of rain

the meaning of it all is not arcane
it took a while to smooth and set the grade
there's no one left who we'd want to abstain

the decent worker is the slacker's bane
against all hope great armies are arrayed
hidden our shadows by the fall of rain

lovers may walk at evening down the lane
while wiser heads in slower courses stayed
there's no one left who we'd want to abstain

as drop by drop the water heads to plain
each will recall the times when they just played
hidden our shadows by the fall of rain
there's no one left who we'd want to abstain