A Traffic Light in the Night

There is something about a traffic light in the night;

In the dead of night, when the air is still, and the streets are lit dimly by lights that never turn off;

And nothing moves, but the traffic light changes.

There is something about the rain in the middle of the night;

When you find yourself alone in silence;

And the world is paused, asleep, but the rain pours on.

There are things that are forgotten for the day;

Because people have something to do;

And the traffic light switches from green, to yellow, and then to red, and you wait.

Then it begins to rain;

But you still have something to do;

And you run from place to place with your coat over your head.

Then the day turns to night;

And nobody has anything to do;

But the rain continues to fall.

Then you notice the traffic light switch back to green;

But there is nobody there to go;

And you wonder if the light cares at all.