Pluviophile - Lover of Rain
It was a rainy day, in New York no less.
Outside the bookstore was a young man, possibly 22.
Inside the bookstore was a young woman, possibly 20.
One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop.
One held a hand full of old books, savoring the moment.
The small bell on the corner of the door jingled as one of them entered.
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Pluviophile
PoetryIt was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51
