Last Night in the Rain

By Anonymous

I could not see
But I could hear, 
It was too dark 
Not even the moon could lookout.
The rain poured 
Each drop shattered on my head,
Soaking me and chilling me,
Making me feel alone.
I look up through the rain,
Hoping maybe the moon came out
To accompany me.
I would cry but the storm has
Already made me wet enough.
Just when I thought I was forever alone
I heard footsteps 
Through the downpour
And then I felt your warm hand in mine.

 

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