Alone...

Among cloudy skies,
Strong winds bend trees as they blow.

A cold night without a soul in sight,
As I walk without an umbrella.

Then rain pours down.
At first, a drizzle
Next, a downpour.

And all that matters is
A single soul under the pouring rain,
Wet with thoughts of you.

August 13, 1995
1:45 a.m.