DRIED BY THE RAIN

My eyes on the clock, For the early closure luck 5pm made a mock The bade chase from work The evening shone brighter Lost to the day's early work closure As the crowd blur darker Lateness my home openings found The lone bus I saw ahead The dark clouds birthed crowd fear A curse my purse felt With cab, a luxury not to worry But a penury for the next lorry Staying through the queue for bus Like a roasted barbeque for sauce Not dried by heat but wetted by the rain Like an engine with no fan The queue stood tall The middle made a wall Muscle not defined by height My home earliness, lost in reality Without umbrellas drenched we stayed Like a football team, benched we played With the rain, wretched our shiver rayed Away from the rush, the next bus chased Ugly, the rush home never seemed funny My early closure excitement A late home recitement Beautiful, this piece made the journey home merry