The drops begin
but I'm on my way,
she's trying to leave,
But I need her to stay.

I'm in her drive
as the rain pours down,
with my tears,
I just may drown.

I'm just a fool in the rain
not ready for the pain,
I'm just a fool in the rain,
with roses and champagne.

Soaked and drenched,
I knock her door,
down on my knees,
upon her porch.

Thunder booms,
and lights flash,
she looks out,
her teeth gnash.

I grab a chair,
sit in the storm,
for forgiveness,
I will perform.

I'm just a fool in the rain
cannot deal with the pain,
I'm just a fool in the rain,
with soggy roses and champagne.

I sit and sit,
I am ignored,
hours pass,
I won't leave her door.

The sun goes down,
guard lights come on,
she peeks out,
sees I'm still not gone.

More rain comes,
I am resigned,
our relationship,
been redefined.

I'm just a fool in the rain
watching roses wash down the drain,
I'm just a fool in the rain,
I open the bottle of champagne.

I drink a toast,
and say good bye,
suddenly
my eyes are dry.

Climb in the truck
start to back out,
I'm stopped short,
by her shout.

She stands on the porch,
with a towel,
her face a smile,
no longer a scowl.

I'm a man in the rain,
who is sorry for causing pain,
repented for sins and disdain,
never again will I stray.

Twisted X's made of wire,
strung between t- posts,
fencing off separate properties,
yet tying it together for miles.

Cattle and horses contained,
whitetail deer simply go through
or jump over with impressive leaps,
Rio Grande turkeys walk the line.

Game trails used by various critters,
criss cross underneath it,
forming tunnels in the tall grass,
a yellow breasted meadowlark perches.

Grown into trees through the years,
a historical record contained and preserved within.
single stand or multi-wire tales,
a 3000 pound Beefmaster bull just walks through.

Cowboys ride miles mending,
on foot, or horseback or trucks and ATV's.
good fences make good neighbors, especially in cattle country.

If you have seen the rain,
make a flower grow,
have you also seen it flood,
and destroy with it's flow?

Have you ever tasted,
a kiss that was so sweet,
and have you felt the poisoned lips,
of one filled with lies and deceit?

I once saw an angel,
whose beauty was divine,
then I saw her evil,
she destroyed a friend of mine.

The surface rarely shows,
what truly lies underneath,
so be wise and careful,
look before you leap.

Do you hear words spoken,
that don't say what they mean?
Have you seen a manipulator,
in the midst of her scheme?

Ever witnessed a happy bird,
sing a melancholy tune?
How about a sunny day,
but all you see is gloom?

Have you ever seen the rain fall,
but never reach the ground?
What about a cat meow,
But never made a sound?

Confusion and dichotomies,
seem to rule the day,
so I'll simply walk calmly,
into the agitated fray.

Darkness reigns as night falls,
the sounds change hushed now,
secrets from the day reveal themselves,
pinpricks of starlight attract the eye.

Movement in the periphery,
disappears when looked for,
imagined creatures and demons,
move along with the actual evil.

Silence, a blanket covering,
ripped open by the coyotes,
their howls create a flight response,
though they are further away than they sound.

Campfire light flares,
sending the night oozing for shadows,
the flickering fire creating it's own
dancing creatures, just outside the ring of light.

Gravel crunches on the road,
as headlight eyes peer ahead,
disappearing around the curve,
leaving red lights and wondering who is roaming the night.

Glowing eyes appear,
tapetum reflections of gold,
jack rabbit ears raise,
as it skirts the fire light.

I close my eyes and drift to sleep,
tent fly open to the sky,
when my eyes open again,
the sun greets me with morning.

Spicy and sweet,
warm and moist,
cinnamon and nutmeg,
sugar and cream cheese.
swirling vortices streaked with vanilla.

Titillating tongue taste buds,
travel a tasty turning trail,
roaming whipped edges,
and plunging into fluffiness,
exploring extravagance.

The plate now empty,
disappointing want,
but secretly satiated and satisfied,
the sweet and spicy glaze remains,
coating memories in the mouth.

Echoing cicada calls,
shatter the deafening silence,
brown oak tree leaves flutter to the ground,
northern winds slowly begin to blow.

A cold front oozes in from the north,
escorting fall out the door,
snowflakes cover the ground behind it,
as it leaves its mark upon the countryside.

Squirrels scramble hiding last minute nuts,
a covey of bobwhites scurry by headed for shelter,
they disappear into the tall grass on the fenceline,
the trees, begin to sway in earnest, as the breeze changes.

Gray clouds, blot out the sun,
a blue feeling falls across my soul,
temperature dropping quickly to near freezing,
a barn owl, flies from tree to tree, looking for a hollow.

My front porch becomes inhospitable,
blowing snow begins to pile,
I retreat inside, a fire already burning,
I feed it some wood and watch winter take hold.