Day the fourth

Today the prompt is to base a poem around a remembered image from a dream.

Rainstorm

The road is long, it stretches from the cross
to the motorway bridge
And I have to walk it every day, once one way
and once the other.
In my dreams the road never ends, I have to
keep on walking
Walking, walking, with the raindrops running
Down my neck.
My coat gets more and more soaked and the
water runs into my shoes,
Soaking my socks and sending shivers back
up to my knees.
My hands become wrinkled and waxy, not able
to grip or articulate,
And the perpetual rain keeps running down and
dripping off my nose.