Rainy Mornings

I read but my mind is already occupied, And so in the subway I ride, I don’t check the time, Afraid because it’s not mine. I leave the subway, It’s drizzling, The pavement in return starts glistening. I think I can make it, I can’t, It pours, I wish I was indoors. I seek safety underneath a tree full of holes, There I linger, Hoping the owners won’t give me the finger. A runner passes me, she looks so carefree, I smile, she smiles, I stay, she goes, I need to go, I’m going to be late. It’s still pouring, I still don’t check the time, I leave the tree full of holes, Wishing the clouds had bowls. I walk with speed, Seizing the blocks with greed, I get inside, soaked, Yet carefree. I’m not late, Yet I’m in pieces, Because the rain ceases.