Rainy days

I wait for the tram

Watching the threatening clouds

Raincoat in my case

Then swipe my ticket

Find a seat by the window

Stare at the grey sky

She got on stop nine

Tall, dark, hair was all frizzy

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 I read her beautiful eyes

And 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

Smiling in the rain

With that paper on head and

Unfinished crossword

From that day onward

We would both sit together

The crossword not done

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