I Miss Your Rooster Tail!
On this day of rain,
And on this day of pain.
The sun is gone.
As the peloton rolls on.
Water dampens all sound,
As our wheels spin around.
The whir of our gears,
Escapes our ears.
Rain drops off every nose,
Coldness runs to toes.
Clouds cover the skies,
Rain shrouds tears in my eyes.
Another day,
Another race,
Another day,
Of rain in my face.
Rain of another day,
Returns to say,
I should not,
Have broken away.
Why do you, rain,
Come back today?
That rain knew,
I couldn’t stay.
I need a pill,
To cure or kill this ill!
But the ride no longer goes,
To Margaritaville.
The love from you,
Could warm my soul.
Might heal my heart,
If truth be told.
That's the only truth,
I can’t entertain.
I have to finish alone,
In the rain.
No need to explain,
This rain of pain,
That keeps this rider,
From being sane.
There’s safety in numbers,
And the peloton.
But I race the clock,
To quickly be gone.
Against all elements,
I continue to rail,
As I sorely miss,
Your lovely rooster-tail!
~by Micky Dee~
