The Homeless Man

The sound of rain began to hit the ground
I was awakened by the sound, my eyes open.
I looked all around.
Something puzzled me.
People everywhere doing their thing,
Trying their best to beat the rain.
I didn’t know what was going on. I had no clue.
Mind was messed up from things I do.
I walked over where the gas station was
—filled with all kinds of people standing still
waiting patiently to pump gas.
Here I come with my mask.
“Sir, can you help?”
“I homeless,” I replied.
They looked at me and almost cried.
I asked myself, “What’s going on?”
All I knew, it was a lot of folks.
I ask one person, “Why the rush?”
“Haven’t you heard? A storm on the way.
Didn’t you know?” All I could
Reply was, “No.”