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You know when it rains without a warning and you are stuck at a random place, unable to move without getting soaked? When you wish you had gotten that umbrella or listened to the Met dept? And when a random strangers offers you a part of their umbrella, and their heart? Yes, that moment. This poem is about that moment filled with love, kindness and hope.

Raindrops fell on my tired eyelidswhile I walked down the empty road,looking down at the wet tarmacholding onto the remnants of hope

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Raindrops fell on my tired eyelids
while I walked down the empty road,
looking down at the wet tarmac
holding onto the remnants of hope.

Citylights dimmed with dewy haze
as the rain continued to pour,
when I sensed a peaceful silence
suddenly drenched to my core.

It was a stranger's blessing
like a medicine to heal my soul,
an arm extended over me gently
with an umbrella that left me longing for more.

— it's all in the little things

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