Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 4, 2016

Against the Wind~by Norman Wilson



Against the Wind

I was just cruising slowly along
Singing an old melancholy song
When the raindrops lastly fell
Into pools trenched out in window-wells

I ran firstly into the rain
Against the wind when it came
Caressing against my aging face
Against the wind where I raced

Into the shadows of dimming light
I ran for the shades of pure white
Hidden from the rain as it came
Down the street straying away into the drains

Against the wind I had run
As fast and furious as it comes
While forlornly the rain dropped down
To the pattering of hollow sounds

Against the wind, it had to be
Against the rain collecting in the breeze
While there might be a little sun… maybe
Just like the wine I would slip into my gravy

The rain has stopped, nether another drop
As I keep running, unable to stop
For I must keep running against the wind
Until I reach my home,where it is dry within

All rights reserved 04/29/16
Norman Francis

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