We have all worked in the rain – building fences Getting up the cows for milking twice a day Sloshing through the muck to make deliveries And usually with some choice in the matter
Prisoners have choices too – cells or a work detail In designer costumes with horizontal stripes Not much of a choice, but the work is needful and good Picking up the litter of freedom and patching the road
Through the wipers I wave. They wave back. Rain - We have all passed by our fellow man in the rain