Clouds rolling smooth and slow
to wherever it is that rain will fall
ocean blue, adrift ice-floes
gliding down to when they\'re small
Wondering what tomorrow brings
wondering when the rain will sing
down the roof and through the shingles
battering earth to the mud it mingles
and vanishing to the verdure proper.
But Uncertainty is the flower that grows,
and Vague is the blossom that beseeches the road-
side and lies so open to see
but what length before it was completely unseen.