rainy day

there were paltry feelings.
annoyance, tardiness, subliminal stress
paltry thoughts, too
regarding tardiness and the subliminal stress of 
appearance and disappearance.
in short, there was all of the usual;
dragging of feet
of a petulant child-
and then there was only wind.
a gust of fresh, rain-wind
swaying of the lush, lush green
gentle garnish of droplets
on an empty road with no paltry things.
only gulps and gulps of breath of 
real, delicious air-
propulsion into strange promise-
and then i turned back around 
to see there was the subliminal stress again
blowing in with the retreating wind.