The tablet of time

A qualification of time,
A little symbol,
A word.
And all that is mine,
Dependant on the outcome.

For it is not the rain
That is pouring
On my head.
And I going insane
With those maddening dreams?

I want to go outside,
Feel the air,
Touch love.
For all the problems I leave behind
Are so easily forgotten.

But here I sit with this tablet,
Predicting weather
And the time.
So I can form inside my head
An image, of what, outside looks like.