Spring owes its good reputation
to the beautiful days, which you usually
have to wait a long time for

It's necessary for agriculture
I used to think, although
I wished to play outside

I am not getting over it
The platform reflects grey
the sky, the rain

drops don't splash there
but against my coat they do
flurried from the baby clouds

that are dancing around me
a consolation to watch
while I wait for the train

for a trip I want to make
anyhow to get out
of this weather