under the rain

a woman neither pretty
or bland,
but wide eyed,
waits beside
the door, out of the rain.
her umbrella close
beside her.
she peers down
the road,
to the left
to the right, checks
her watch.
finally a man
arrives, his hand above
his brow,
they kiss, look around,
then kiss once
more.
quickly they are gone,
hand in hand,
running under
the rain,
which is less important
now
than what is to come.