Weeping in the Rain
He skirts through the streets of the city,
Taking shelter from the beat of rain.
Heading for work in the UF of B,
From tedium he cannot refrain.
He feels small, he feels like no-one,
Dwarfed by the buildings so high.
Longing for pastures bit greener,
And a clear cloudless blue sky.
He thinks of Lori, he thinks of Ben,
He thinks of chances of bliss.
Having a cold one with his oldest friend,
Or with his wife sharing a kiss.
But his transport tube beckons, to work he must head,
He must shuffle along in the chain.
But he will come back, and repeat it all,
In the Colony's continuous rain.