before the rains, 3

so we sit on the park bench. he glares at the clouds, i watch the young girls jog by.
suddenly he says, you know,
even a young man grows sad before the rains, even if he has a woman by his side, if she’s making him warm, even then.
and i don’t have my woman, and i am not even young. and if i feel a little sad today, it’s ok I think.

i say yes,
it’s ok
because i can see him trying to hold down his mess
in his eyes.