It was a grey day

I wait for the tram

Look at the threatening clouds

Raincoat in my case

 

I swipe my ticket

Find a seat by the window

Stare at the grey day

 

She got on stop nine

Tall, dark with hair in chignon

Classic high cheeked face

 

She looked at no-one

But she knew I looked at her

I read the paper

 

Then the sky darkened

As did her beautiful face

With her turned up nose

 

We reached the city

The rain poured down in torrents

At Town Hall she rose

 

Then I caught her eyes

And gave her my newspaper

She took it grinning

 

Now smiling in the rain

Unfinished crossword in that

Paper on her head