20 Percent Chance

Oh my dear. Hiding her face with hair
Young woman on platform one is crying
Back to the wall. Hoping no one will notice at all
But there’s no mistaking it — she’s crying!
Don’t use your sleeve my dear
Not for even one tear
They’re handing out tissues by the West Exit but you better be quick
I left my jacket on the chair outside and it rained
Turn and face the wall. Pretend you’re on your own
I’m afraid you’re not my dear but you’re almost home
As the people walk past they try not to stare
But they notice the water marks on the pretty cotton knit sweater that you wear
There was a 20% chance of rain today and it rained
Wipe them on the wall
They’ll be gone in no time
No time at all
Washed away
Washed away
By the man with the boots and the gloves and the blood stains