On my walk to work,

Rain washes yesterday away,

Wash me like a fruit

Don’t let me go astray.

Cars go speeding by

I really hope they see me,

I’m ready for the day now

And this puddle is gleamy.

If the water keeps on coming

It’ll find what’s underground,

I pray it’s strength for the day

Something I’ve not yet found.

– Vagabond Prophet