The the future in the past

Looking through the window on a rainy day, The world outside seems far away. Invisible bars, holding me in place, As I gaze upon the pickup truck's grace. It's parked by the beach, next to the ocean, A reminder of life's constant motion. The scene seems lonely, a bit too cold, But hints of possibility, yet to unfold. Perhaps this was the past, and future awaits, With better days and brighter fates. A world full of wonder and endless delight, A future that's bound to be a beautiful sight. So let the rain wash away the doubts and fears, And let hope shine through, crystal clear. For the future is ours, to create and explore, And the possibilities are endless, forevermore.