what do you do
when you set out of the house
and it begins to rain.
There’s no turning back
And you got to keep walking
so you walk in the rain
through the puddles
holding your rickety umbrella
Against the cold wind
with resolute steps
Alone and weary
Craving the warmth of a hug
or a bowl of hot soup
but there’s nothing at the end
of your walk in the rain
there’s only a cold room
with cold chairs and tables
a screen with people in them
and rows and columns of ennui
