A lone guitar, a little road and it’s raining.
Three kids being drenched busy in hail gathering
from split hills a breeze is flapping chill
a tourist in the room left forlorn,
with a tea cup, vacant but warm,
far-flung grief gets closer to the heart.
three kids being drenched gathering hail.
who cares about being drenched. Loose hail,
snowy smoke, a gesture of coming back,
way back, someone way back
halts in that scene - -
A lone road, bit of rain, and a drenched guitar...