The shopkeeper's glad it's raining
the folks straggle in from the wet
buy trinkets and things
from places unseen
in hopes they might travel there yet.
The shoppers are dreaming of sunshine
of gold coast and blue coast and west
throw coins in the till
like a deep wishing well
and pray for a chance just to rest.
The days go around like a circus
the same show for different eyes
each new little thing
that comes into the ring
they greet with authentic surprise.
The shopkeeper closes up tight
he thinks of a day without rain
when sorrow and sighs
and customer whys
no longer are his to maintain.
Tomorrows dance away in his mind
he wonders how far he could go
if all he had saved
from yesterday's rain
was more than just melted snow.
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