I pray for rain

I pray for rain.
I pray for the excuse
that keeps me
from going out there,
where the job waits
and the hundreds of
swarming fingers
flinch
at my skin,
I wear like a loosely tied
bathrobe.
But the sun today shines
and the bright gray turns
to dim blue.
I have to go out there.
My coffee cup is dry.
My own fingers, itchy to draw,
will have to wait.
The forecast is sunny
for that which I do not want.
And as the employment rate
dips, I should complain?

written on 04/09/2012 by: Matt Kane