The Umbrella Man

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she waits the next day,

an olive green umbrella

under her arm

just in case it should rain.

but the skies stay clear

and the sun shines down,

hopeful - just like she is.

terry does not come.

nesra goes to work,

like she has done every day.

she walks home slowly,

waiting for the rain to

pour so she can open

her umbrella.

terry is not here.