There was sunlight in the raindrops.
No silence on the bus.
The crew they were complaining.
Thank God it wasn’t us.
The Chardonnay wasn’t chilled enough.
The trolly was a running late.
Others were lacking something.
Which was only tempting fate.
We were spared a final torment.
Because their destination came.
I was left feeling so much better.
And my silence held no shame.