All Day If It Doesn'T Rain Poem by Tony Cox

On a recent trip in my personal time machine.

I observed myself asking my dad yet another annoying question.

His answer was always as predictable as the question I was asking.

“ All day if it doesn’t rain”.

I laugh now as I witness the dumb look on my face.

Realizing it was time for me to exit the past and return to the present day.

The residual of my dad’s answer was ringing in my head like a church bell on Sunday morning.

“All day if it doesn’t rain”

Rains bring joy and happiness to some and despair to others; yet, the question remains what does rain have to do with changing the day?

Rain a catalyst of life and also a prelude to something horrible.

On any given day each of us is in jeopardy of being snatched from our earthly shells by the oldest thief.

As we continue to ride this rock as it completes another pass around the ball of fire.

Our web of deceit tangles us.

The scars of our lust; stain our soul like the tombstones of a graveyard.

Kicking the rocks along my path the earth seems to form a mold of my shoe.

Reminding me to be grateful it has not rained for me.