Rain

a few falls
ago, when i was
taking some courses,
each time i left class
when it was raining
i would pop
my headphones
on and listen to a
wonderfully sad
record called Love is Hell.

i would stand
on the train
platform
and watch the water
bounce off the shiny
rails
and tip my head
back and feel the
rain on my face

something
about that album
sounded like rain
coming down in whispers
and umbrellas bursting
open and sprinkling
a city of gray
with pastel smudges

everything felt better then
for a while