Looking out my window pane

On a foggy day,

Staring through the clouds and rain

Unusual for May.

A scream pierces through the fog

And the quiet town,

At first I think it’s just a dog

That sits upon the ground.

I hurry down the silent street

Hear the wind’s refrain

My colleague I am soon to meet,

No life is in the rain.

I pace and wonder when he’ll come

The answer I can’t find

But I shall never hide and run,

The answer’s in my mind.