[61] – Last
The boy remembered one day
Watching the girl walk out
Into the pouring rain
And just stare at the sky.
At one point she started yelling
At the clouds
And the boy ran out to her
Holding her as she yelled
Hoping to calm her down
So they wouldn’t get complaints from neighbors.
Both of them knelt
Drenched and shaking
To a point where the boy didn’t know
If the girl was crying
Or if it were just the sky’s tears.
“You’ve lasted this long,”
The boy breathed out,
“I hope we can last
Even longer.”
Little did he know
This was the last time
He would see her again.
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Pluviophile
PoetryIt was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51
