In the Rain
I stand at the gate, the skies are grey.
The teardrops, clear.
I realise my forgetfulness: my umbrella remained forgotten.
My belongings lay at my feet.
Should I pick them up and leave?
Or should I wait?
I hear footsteps from behind.
It's that young man, around my age.
He greets, I ignore.
His sigh sounds like warm wind on my shoulders, his every word like music.
The whole truth I find out.
How had I been so blind?
He hands his umbrella to me.
Our eyes lock their gaze.
Our fingers brush slightly.
Time stops.
A whole new world unlocks to me.
He bids me goodbye, and yet I am at a loss for words.
What kind of a change did he bring in me?
It doesn't matter, that good feeling is still alive.
Who knows what other miraculous things could happen
When you are in the rain?
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If you people can guess what this poem is based on, you all get a cookie. :)
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