That smile

Fleet of feet,
there goes a happy girl
striding up the street,
at ease with the weather
on a wet and windy day,

while I struggle with my brolly,
my feet and trousers soaking;
to see someone with such a smile
God surely must be joking.

Wonder where she’s going
to make a smile like that;
is it just because the winding wind
has stolen my new hat?

Wherever she is going,
I wish a fond adieu
and that when the sky is blue again
I’ll be smiling too.

@ rowland paul hill  9 August 2019  v.1

(Written on the Metro train from Newcastle
to North Shields between 9.20 and 9.50. Inspired by
the joyful smile on the face of a young lady
walking up Northumberland Street this morning.)