At least I didn't wear white today

They huddled under store awnings
and took shelter in building lobbies.

I didn't really understand their need
to stay out of the rain.

Walking, head down,
glasses so spotted I cannot see.

Rain so heavy and wind so strong
but it did not deter me.

I was drenched after a few minutes,
not a dry inch on me.

The faster you go the faster you'll get there,
but as fast as I went I missed the train.

Arms crossed,
conserving warmth.

In the midst of August,
it is cold.

The train arrives.
Everyone is wet.

I take in my surroundings.
I am the only one standing.

I try to remember details.
It is a blur.

The raindrops slide down the windows of the car,
slower the faster we go.

I am not sure if it is raining anymore,
when the doors open and I hear the downpour.

I notice it is steady,
not getting heavier and not slowing down.

I stare at my reflection in the window.
It is so gray outside I can barely see it.

In the flitting dark facades
I can just barely make out the shape.

Of a wet cold girl
on a rainy day.