uncovered

and it rains
everytime I want to bike,
it rains.

but it rains
everytime I want to bike,
it rains.

so it rains
everytime I want to bike.
if it rains
everytime I need to bike,
I’ll get rather wet
in a desperate crying.

so I never want to bike,
never need to ride my bike,
just a look at two idle wheels
awakes me in a calm warm wind.

I’ll keep searching in the sky,
waiting for the sun to shine,
then I’ll hug my bike and smile,
cry of joy and ground my life.