Spring Rain

When looking for the perks,
 I’m glad Christmas is done,
 It may be cold but there’s sun, 
And birds busy in the garden,
 Eating a satsuma orange from Japan, 
Now I’m just another man,
 Waiting to cross the street.

 Out running errands on my lunch break,
 Am I doing anything?
 But mailing a letter, 
Getting groceries for dinner,
 And waiting for spring rain to come.

 Having to look at all the things I ignore, 
All the ways I could do more,
 When all is there for the taking,
 Through with playing possum,
 Through with routine, 
Familiar and well-worn,
 Shirking the unseen. 

Feeling every second,
 Spacing out, 
Putting fifty in the tank,
 Looking around,
 The close and distant sounds,
 And waiting for spring rain to come.