The sun was shining—perfect weather for a party yesterday. And today it rains. The stones were warm and welcoming, nice to take off my shoes and relax, wriggles toes in the grass. But today it rains. The table and chairs looked like summer in the sun, but cloth’s begun to drip ’cause today it rains.
And the clown-car at the back of the parade, the donkey too small for its rider? The weather’s raining on our charade, but in the end it’s okay ’cause tomorrow he reigns. Even the stones cry out with their pattering refrain, “Tomorrow he reigns.”