Rain

As I turn off my motorbike
I look for your face through the window.

Dimly illuminated by your laptop screen,
it is there.

Of course, you said you'd wait for me,
you said you'd be there.

And when I come in and sit in front of you,
(because next to you is just too much for me to handle)
you'll look at me and say hi.

And I will say that it is rain on my face,
and I will think that no, it can't be anything else,
that thinking about the day when you will not wait for me at some cafe,
and I will not see your tired smile as you look at me away from your laptop,
and that I will ride through the rain to something else...

No, thinking about that couldn't have anything to do with this.

It has to be rain.