• Yellow Coat

    I hear the rolling thunder,
    Still far off in the east.
    But, 'tis a gentle warning,
    To pack up my little feast.

    And as the rain begins to fall,
    Upon the window pane.
    I find that I have left my coat,
    Now sitting in the rain.

    And when the clouds are parted,
    And the rain has gone to rest.
    I gather up my yellow coat,
    A dripping, muddy mess.

    My shirt is wet and grimy.
    Mud caked upon my jeans.
    But, my beloved yellow coat,
    Is safe inside, with me.