rain

in a way, it rained today,
it poured down, through the pipes, the drains, the gray, bare trees,
in a way, it rained,
i saw her there,
she didn't see me,
i smiled,
she looked away,
pretending not to see me
or maybe she didn't see me.
the innocent whispered conversations,
the shy smiles,
the sideways glances,
all mean nothing now.
they never meant anything though,
or maybe they did.
in a way, it rained today,
as i carried my heavy bags across the well-trodden ground,
and at home, it rained,
at the field, the empty field.
and as i walk down the pot-holed road,
what can i do but smile, for it doesn't matter anymore.
because in a way, a strange, sad, yet happy, fantastic way,
it rained today.