God made it rain so I'd run to the bus stopnGod knew otherwise I'd be late.nI grab the umbrella torn from a pawnshop,ndrop all my keys down a grate, but nI have to give up and keep running.nI choke on my cough drop,nthe neighbors dog's launching itself at the gate.nBarking, tossing itself like a ship onto rocks,na creature that will not resign to it's fate.nnI say Gimme five! to my neighbor, a lefty,nwho thought I meant money and handed me some.nI gave it back to my four fingered lefty,nhe slaps me five by adding the thumb from his right hand.nHe says, Diane...nnWhy don't you quit that job that you've got?nIf you always run late, you must hate it.nYou know if I were a woman I'd get me knocked upnso I could sit home and look out at the snow.nnWe watch the rain make old snow into glass,nsnow into glass like the sun does to sand,nHe says Do you want to?nand I say, I guess.nHe shivers under my five fingered hand.nnMy spent neighbor leaves our slight of hand alleynand I am alone until something gets thrown at me.nBlood on my cheek, and the laughter of childrennthe sting of a snowball embedded with stone.nnI see neighborhood mothers wig out from their windowsnwatching their archangels arch in the snow.nIn sub zero temperatures, rigid and rosy,nkids stagger by with a frost bitten glow.nnGod made it rain so I'd run to the bus stopnGod knew otherwise I'd stay home.nCalling in sick is no final solution,nhiding in bed and unplugging the phone.nSometimes you must work until you give out,nsometimes you must work until all work is done.nLook at the way the rain clears a path for the sky to conceive an immaculate son(sun).n