waiting in the rain

I look out the window
and see
you standing across the street.
your arms are folded
across your chest.
it's raining.
you have a hat on, a long
rain coat,
green, the color of olives,
or the sea
after a storm in Portugal.
we look at one another
and wave.
i'm still here. you're over
there,
across the black
wet street.
I go to bed, turn off
the lights. i look out
the window once more
before I lie down
in my bed.
I see you there, still there
waiting. patient as
any mountain, as any tree.
I wonder how long you
can wait.