And the rain
lashes down again©
By Michael
Casey
I HEAR THE
RAIN battering down on the bus shelter as I look again at my watch, cursing
myself for not doing to the earlier Mass, now I have to catch a bus to
elsewhere to catch the late Mass with the Korea priest. I hear the rain lashing
down on the bus shelter and I curse myself again. I will be steaming as I hear
the Mass read. Rain lashes down on the bus shelter again. If only I had learnt
to drive, as the rain lashes down again. If only I had got out of bed, as the
rain lashes down again. A car drives past the bus shelter and splashes me, oh
if only I had got out of bed, as the rain lashes down again. If only I was a
successful writer, I'd be in Fort Lauderdale, as the rain lashes down again, as
steam rises from me as I finally get to Mass, Mass with a Korean accent. And
why are the benches so hard on my fat ass, as the steam rises from me, as the
rain lashes down again, on the plastic roof of the church. I say my prayers and
ask for hope, for hope for my future, as the rain lashes down again. The final
prayers and blessing is given as the rain lashes down again, but then up pops
the parish priest with a final message or two, I look up as the rain lashes
down again. I hope I don't miss my bus. The rain lashes down again, as I tramp
to the bus stop, as the rain lashes down
again, I get splashed by speeding car, as I stand at the stop. I get on the bus
and the rain stops, a rainbow appears. I promise I'll get up next Sunday, so I
don't have to go to the far church. The sun shines through the bus windows, the
bus stops I get off, the sun goes in and the rain lashes down again. God has
been washing away my sins again, as the rain lashes down again.
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