Some women even look good in the rain I am not one of those women. Some women glide through the miserable weather Untouchably chic under patterned umbrellas I am not one of those women.
Back in the summer This was all new Excitement. A rush. (I want you) This morning a change In the rain, and that room It can't be enough. (I want you) Why don't you want me?
The morning did not disappoint. Quiet of humans. Gentle birdsong. Only the occasional passing car from the big road. I crossed the sports pitch into the woods and on into the field behind.