Poems   Rainy Day   As the rain drips down the window And the sun goes behind a cloud The world seems full but totally empty The city is enveloped in a shroud The glass steams up with my breath And I study the scene outside People rush by, anxious to get home From the cold they want to hide I lift my head as we're moving again And the shops are flashing by The Christmas lights shine red, white and green The shop displays urge us to buy, buy, buy The bus stops again and I survey the queue It seems really long; and they're all getting on I begrudgingly move my bag onto my knees And my little daydream is finally gone I squash myself against the wall obligingly As the people board and push their way past I keep my head down so that I can keep my seat And wonder how long the rain will last The bus starts again and the doors close And the noises of the city are all drowned out The people are too tired to talk right now And their minds are filled with suspicion and doubt The doors open and I'm wide awake The winds howl outside and forbid me to exit But I step off the bus and brave the night And home draws me nearer with it's welcoming light   About this poem   I wrote this poem when I was in sixth form. I had a free period so I was sitting in the common room bored out of my mind - and I decided to write a poem. It's about my journey home from St. Anthony's (the sixth form I went to) in late November. It's pretty realistic as the Christmas lights in Sunderland are (or were, at least!) red, white and green... and at the time they were advertising N'Sync's single, Bye Bye Bye in the shop windows in Fawcett Street (notice the pun!).