Softball

Races around the diamond field
Warming up for the deciding game
Bats are dusted, knees are bruised
War paint swiped across our faces
One by one the crowd fills the stands
Excited eyes raised toward the sunny sky
Green and white to show support for us
The umpire came in his ill-fitted suit
Checked the time and dusted the base
Called for the fist hitter, spat to the side
Strikes, fly balls and a few hits
Before long the teams are tied
A rumple grows from behind the mountain
But all the players ignore the noise
Game plays on and points go to them
We fill the bases next with winning runs
Games tied once more - here's the winning pitch!
The ball hits the catchers glove with a loud CLAP
The umpire blows his whistle then turns white
He calls GAME as he runs to his car
The players and I laugh at the funny sight
Then yell as we realize a loss is a defeat
Rain pours down from the heavens to match our tears
For this was the last game we'd ever play as a team