I saw her standing on the corner dressed in black and grey
Her head was slightly tilted as she pondered in the rain.

The far-off gaze cast on her face spoke endless lines of woe
No-one seemed to notice her in the drizzling to and fro.

Golden hair soaked brown and damp, her body still and calm
Her fingers curled in sadness, her hand draped on her arm.

The rain-soaked hair-band painted crimson, awry and out of place
Reflected pensive sufferance in the pains upon her face.

She never once did catch my stare as I stood not far away
Amidst the dark and dreary mist upon that doleful day.

A thousand faces passed us by, not one did see us there
Standing sharing silent anguish, breathing heavy air.

Saturated, sad and low we two endured the time
Entangled in our inward webs, she in hers and I in mine.

I’ll never know just what it was that caused her so much pain
But on that day I shared her sorrow, the woman in the rain.