RAIN DATE.

A GIRL AND HER DATE IN THE RAIN.

First, he hasn’t shown,
Then the rain has come
And despite the umbrella
Being up you are feeling

The damp, and if that isn’t
Enough some creep in a car
Going by sweeps water from
The curb all over your feet

And new shoes and dress
And off he goes without so
Much as wave of sorry or
I never saw the puddle baby,

Just goes on his way, and you
Wonder why you bothered to
Come out at all, and why he
Didn’t show, why he didn’t

Ring and say so, after all he
Has your phone number, and
He seemed keen, and you’ve
Gone to a lot of bother, what

With washing your hair and
Taking a quick shower and
Putting on the new perfume
And those kinky underwear

Just in case, and what does
He do this Mr Perfect, this
I’m climbing to the top guy?
He stands you up; leaves

You outside the theatre like
Some w***e outside church
On a Sunday and if the girls
At work find out about this

Your name will be up there
With Carrie Brossen who
Was photographed secretly
Trying to…If you ever see

Him again, you’ll give him
…It’s him, he’s drenched
Too…What? Oh, that theatre
…Sorry, I thought you meant

…No, sure, I’m still up for it
 …Little bit of rain didn’t kill
Nobody…You feel a right goof
As he takes your hand, wet and

Cold and kisses it and gives a
Little squeeze and your heart’s
Pumping and you’re weak at the
Knees and he’s smiling and his

Eyes are bright blue and the rain's
Pouring harder and you’re both
Drenched to the skin and bone,
Still it beats being dry at home,
Drunk, unshafted, sad and alone.