Flypaper

It rained today.
At times, it poured.
I went for a walk, in a shirt and jeans,
and a pair of rubbers.
I walked down the tracks.
A train came.
I moved for it. It wouldnt move for me.
I sat on the grass and watched it go on by.
The rain was biting me
it dripped of my hair deliciously.
I watched as the rain swept all the streets clean,
forcing the dirt into the gutter
where it will stay.
I'm going to be fine.
You're going to be fine.
And spring is here.

I might have caught a cold :)