rain falls

i grip the mouse upon his mat and tap
this second jaunt into the world of blog.
i visualize you, dear absent reader,
emerging from the electronic fog

to meet me on the shining worldwideweb.
to read my tuneless pentametric verse
where i attempt to say and set and serve
my truest thoughts for better or for worse.

but, as i tap and click and trawl for rhymes,
the sun has sent a golden beam of light
to thwart the clouds that hang about the day,
and call his sons out of their homes ere night;

to leave the mice alone upon their mats
to turn the monitors against the walls
and step outside beneath the crack of blue
and greet the day before the cold rain falls.