Musician in the Rain by Robert Doisneau
Melancholy skies smear this day
to dampen plans—
The human spirit resilient
as it is, goes on.
Traveling about, final brush strokes
to canvass, standing under an umbrella.
There is music to be made,
the day gets no sympathy from the symphony.
There are glum mouths to be raised
like recovering sunken ships.
The spirits will rise
it is the arts that awaken us;
it is humanity
at it's beast.
Michael Allyn Wells