Rainy day poem

So today I went on a walk in the pouring rain, and wrote a poem about it that I thought I'd share wit' ya'll.
And this is actually how most of my poems are- they're more like journal entries in poetic form- just to warn you. And it's kind of long. Anyway, the rain was very wet, but beautiful...in a sad, morbid, soggy shredded wheat sort of way (that was for you, James).
Feb 24 2:08pm @ a table outside Safeway after an hour walk in the pouring rain

I set out into the cold, grey world/ with the sky crying, as it has been/
encouraging me to join in./ Soothing melodies in the background.
I head to the river, my favorite place to walk/ and see the empty path ahead./
My breath leaves a cloud/ -your whispered name, hanging in the air-/
I am alone on this road./
I begin to walk/ taking care to step in every puddle/ not minding that my shoes
and pant legs are soaked./ Every song that plays is perfect for the weather/ for where I am/ for how I feel./
I take my time/ thinking or zoning/ depending on the music./ At one moment, I look out to the water/ and three birds are swimming/ leaving three perfect triangles in the water./
And seeing the waves move outwards/ makes it seem, just for a second/
that the world is falling away from my feet./
I stagger, blink, then everything's back to normal./
I continue trudging onward/ the wind whipping at my face, numbing it./
I leave the path/ back to the city/ past the restaurant/
when I see a covered area with a table and chair./ That's the place./
And here we are/ at the present moment./ I'm listening to the rain hit the umbrella/
watching the people pass/ trying to understand what's happening now, in my life./
My fingers are cold/ writing slowly/
Deleted sappy sad poetry here. Don't ask. Heh.
I look at the clock/ and I'm late./ I have homework to do./
I sigh./ The hood goes back on/ music turned back up/ cold hands, back into my pockets/ my shivering self, back on the road, alone./

The end.
I have to go do my homework. Darn. And my job. Darn.
Today was one of those "what did I DO all day?" days. And I still can't decide what to do about softball. I wish I could motivate myself to walk everyday, or run...or SOMEthing.
pfft. Whatever.
Note to self: No matter what happens, God is good. :)