this is the part of the walk I mark
when the sky grumpy all afternoon
could just as easily clear

that instant when
it could still be fine or storm
familiar as your up or down
daily attending that turn
from balmy to squall 

that instant when 
it growls and downs its load upon 
the families scurrying for shelter

that instant when
i go the other way
rush into the rain
as I have always 
fallen into your pain