Rainy Day
Copyright © 2009 by Tiki Kritzer Seger. All rights reserved.
I look out of the window,
over the roofs of the town.
It's a cloudy, gray day;
the rain's pouring down...
Some people are walking;
umbrellas held high.
The chimneys are smoking;
puffing into the sky.
An old man on the corner,
huddles into his coat.
A child in a garden,
builds a lake for his boat.
A young girl is skipping;
jumping over the puddles.
Some lovers hold hands;
sharing kisses and cuddles.
I stand alone at the window;
look out over the town.
I feel like a stranger,
a fool, or a clown...
A bus stops at the crossing;
a few youths step out.
Laughing and joking,
they all play the lout.
There is an old lady,
coming out of the store.
A drunkard is begging,
he's hoping to score.
Abandoned in the alley,
is an old glove.
Under the oak tree,
a couple makes love.
I'm still at the window,
gazing down at the town.
I want to feel happy,
but my face holds a frown...
A lady is dancing,
she lifts her face to the rain.
A car at the junction,
waits for the train.
The friendly, old postman
delivers the mail.
There is a stray dog;
he's wagging his tail.
A penny is gleaming
in the dirty, brown grass.
Outside of the bar,
a man lifts his glass.
And I, at the window,
observe this small town.
I watch as the rain stops,
then smile and sit down.