Paintbox

Waiting for the bus in the rain

The droplets fall on the concrete,
Creating tiny little ripples,
And I'm sat here feeling,
Simultaneously fine yet incomplete.

My hands are numb,
Yet I'm fine with waiting,
I'm shivering,
And I'm still here even though I can barely move my thumb.

There's no one else at the stop,
Aside from a few strangers,
Some getting the same bus as I am,
And I feel lonely but content, happy but not.

I think the weather is changing my mood,
Like the wind changes the direction of my hair,
The rain has made me full of despair.

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