Rain washes down my window
and clouds the view beyond
but I know that far off
the hard walks are trying their best
to make good
on bad ground.

Before the wet the sight was clear
and unobstructed but
now the trees are hazy,
lost in fear and worry
at making progress
in the winter wet.

Even when the rain has stopped
the doubt remains
that good ideas have been born
and that in the soapy sun
they can be acted upon to
change my life forever.  

By Mike Tolhurst