We wait & Ahead

We wait 

The fire strongly holds its heat, 

setting ablaze the rest of the street. 

Pushed to the side, a wind assists, 

together the rain and fire exist. 

Drops evaporate with the flames touch, 

of each house the flames clutch, 

gripping the fuel as if it was starved, 

destruction through the town it carved. 

As we stand aside and watch hope die, 

contemplating the reasons why, 

the rain simmers cooling burnt wood, 

the firefighters doing all they could. 

Soaking the houses ahead of the flames, 

people starting their insurance claims. 

Waiting for the scene to subside, 

we lost everything that was inside. 

Ahead 

As the clouds slowly comply, 

their shadows stretch from the sky. 

Walking ahead to stay in the light, 

divided the notions in my sight. 

Wanting to stay lit and warm, 

keeping ahead of the coming storm. 

The pace the wind has steadily set, 

insures I can’t avoid getting wet. 

I ahead walk trying to stay dry, 

watching this sunny day die. 

As the clouds restrict the suns light, 

I stop and except losing the fight. 

Open my arms and look a top, 

as the sun light fades to a stop. 

The first drops refreshed my breath, 

excepting this, warm days death. 

Drip by drop that hits me wet, 

slowly it’s soaked I will get. 

Excepting my fate of being slow, 

I am thankful it’s not falling snow. 

No shovel needed to clean a mess, 

global warming, changes, I guess. 

Mid November and not a flake, 

standing soaking for no good sake. 

My thought as I stand here wet, 

the car is dry, and I’m not there yet. 

So, without a pause to quietly think, 

watching the sky pour this drink, 

to my car so dry in front of me, 

where I’m meant to be.