White Raincoat

My dear pure-white raincoat swallows me whole

Hands in pockets; my hood covers my eyes

I hear the rain falling without control

I see it fall from the pure-white, satin skies

No one but me on the pure white sidewalk

Stretches for miles, the gaps filled by storm

The rhythm of rain keeps time like a clock

The spotted grey sidewalk was white before

My dear white raincoat is now stained grey too

So I watch clouds float because they’re pure white

The clouds blind me, bind me as I leave you

Now my white raincoat suits white clouds alight

But sheets of grey rain run down my shoulders

I am glad here, though the wind is colder