She sighs, another rainy day
She feels the rain makes the world look dim and grey, like a painting through a dirty window.
The bus shelter was the only shelter from the rain for meters around, so she was pushed to the edge by the large huddle of people, water is dripping onto her brown hair
Suddenly the drips stop, she looks up to she a red umbrella being suspended above her head. A boy a year older is standing next to her hand grasping the handle. He now stands in the down pour.
"you don't have to do that' she tells the boy, he smiles 'but you are not happy'
'it's the rain' she shouts over the top of the crowd behind her,'it makes everything look sad'
He chuckles
'what's funny' she questions
'it's just how you said everything looks sad, I'd rather think rain does the opposite'
'why is that'
'because it shows the true beauty of things' he smiles again now drenched from head to toe,
'it washes away the walls most people put up, it huddles people together' he nods towards the group behind them
She smiles as the bus pulls up
"this is yours' she says indicating the bus
'I know' he laughs and hands her the umbrella handle
'i can't take it' she rushes trying to hand it back
'you need it more than me' he says indicating his dampness with a smile
She watches his bus go as she stands in the rain with his umbrella. She knew that she could not love him anymore than she did right then, that sweet silly boy on bus 733
YOU ARE READING
Little stories of a Girl
Poetrytake what you think when you see the word 'girl'. and then take the word 'different'. because every 'girl' is 'different' to what you might think. and this is a story about those girls
