The Future . . . is waiting for us,
We cannot forgo, what light may come,
Rain above . . . pours endless,
We collect the beads, sometimes more than some.
Diamond, shine . . . looked at through rain drop glass,
What do you see, as the Sun’s light beyond,
Glistening to our eyes . . . hope comes so fast,
Wait do you feel, you blinked, hope see is gone