On a recent trip in my personal time machine. <br /> <br />I observed myself asking my dad yet another annoying question. <br /> <br />His answer was always as predictable as the question I was asking. <br /> <br />“ All day if it doesn’t rain”. <br /> <br />I laugh now as I witness the dumb look on my face. <br /> <br />Realizing it was time for me to exit the past and return to the present day. <br /> <br />The residual of my dad’s answer was ringing in my head like a church bell on Sunday morning. <br /> <br />“All day if it doesn’t rain” <br /> <br />Rains bring joy and happiness to some and despair to others; yet, the question remains what does rain have to do with changing the day? <br /> <br />Rain a catalyst of life and also a prelude to something horrible. <br /> <br />On any given day each of us is in jeopardy of being snatched from our earthly shells by the oldest thief. <br /> <br />As we continue to ride this rock as it completes another pass around the ball of fire. <br /> <br />Our web of deceit tangles us. <br /> <br />The scars of our lust; stain our soul like the tombstones of a graveyard. <br /> <br />Kicking the rocks along my path the earth seems to form a mold of my shoe. <br /> <br />Reminding me to be grateful it has not rained for me.<br /><br />Tony Cox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-day-if-it-doesn-t-rain/
