She walked in the rain as if in a dream,
Heedless of where her feet led
An umbrella at her side
Her coat draped over her arm
Passers-by took no notice of her
They neither knew or cared who she was
Or what she was doing on this street
Walking in the rain
She stopped abruptly
She raised her eyes to the storm
Letting the water wash against her face,
Her silhouette backlit by the hazy yellow street light
She waited until the storm had passed
Then she moved on
Without purpose or direction
No one could tell she had been crying.