For the rain, alone, I am sorry

The momentum is building,

behind stone grey clouds

 

A storm.

Inevitable.

 

I see you standing on the corner

of the street

 

Intact and falling apart,

waiting, and patiently at that.

 

I turn my head away from you

noticing, though you do not

you have holes in your umbrella

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holes that let the water touch you

as the storm washes away your peace.

 

For the rain alone, I am sorry.