Anita K.

Rainy Day

It’s raining.
A thick blanket of clouds
Shrouds the earth in darkness.
Cars speed by me,
Splattering mud on my clothes.

It’s raining.
The rain pelts down, icy cold,
Numbing my face.
Raindrops trickle through
The collar of my jacket.

It’s raining.
How long have I stood here,
People rush by me,
Unaware of anything but themselves.

A shadow moves to my side.
I look up to see
A girl
Older than me.
She spoke:

Hello, poor child.
You’re chilled to the bones.
You look so sorrowful
Standing alone in the rain.
Are you waiting for someone?

Poor child,
Let me wait with you.
Let’s stand together
Under my umbrella,
And let us wait here, until you go.

It’s raining,
But it’s not cold anymore.


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