DRIED BY THE RAIN

My eyes on the clock,

For the early closure luck

5pm made a mock

The bade chase from work

The evening shone brighter

Lost to the day's early work closure

As the crowd blur darker

Lateness my home openings found

The lone bus I saw ahead

The dark clouds birthed crowd fear

A curse my purse felt

With cab, a luxury not to worry

But a penury for the next lorry

Staying through the queue for bus

Like a roasted barbeque for sauce

Not dried by heat but wetted by the rain

Like an engine with no fan

The queue stood tall

The middle made a wall

Muscle not defined by height

My home earliness, lost in reality

Without umbrellas drenched we stayed

Like a football team, benched we played

With the rain, wretched our shiver rayed

Away from the rush, the next bus chased

Ugly, the rush home never seemed funny

My early closure excitement

A late home recitement

Beautiful, this piece made the journey home merry

Written and composed by Taiwo, Kehinde Oluwaseyi