I sit counting each drop
each spot of rain
that drips off my umbrella
I'm rambling again.

Passers by
pass me by
I sit counting drops
why?
wonder why
I don't
why?
I don't,
then I don't wonder at all.

A spider is spinning a carousel web
and I watch and I watch
and
Robert the Bruce pops up in my head,
'try, try again'
(bet he wasn't out in the rain)

The Sun, an old friend,
who I knew many summers ago
puts on a flaccid feeble type show,
no applause from me this time,
the spider and I are getting on fine
both in our own space
both living at our pace
spinning, but never
winning the prize.