a day of chance

a day of chancea day of only 30% chance of rainhour by hourno, I think I want a cappuccino before going back.we turn the corner and there he wasa best friends of 20 yearsI try to think of the chancehe doesn't live hereI don't live herewe've never lived here and yet here we are at hello.hello, chanceby chance do you thinkthe dandelion fluff hugs and floats the wind waves of the air in Santa Fe with a 30% chance of where they’re supposed to be?what chance do they have to laugh?do we have to say hello, so very unexpectedly