Getting Stronger

It was a sunny day,

When people started opening up their umbrellas.

Confused, I looked back and stared,

Oh, it’s drizzling.

Tiny drops shimmering,

As they fell into the ground.

Everything else didn’t matter,

I frowned as things looked different.

Drip, drip, drip, I heard.

Each drop seemed to be dancing,

Along with the rhythm.

Drip, drip, drip, they hummed.

Heartily, I put out my hand,

Felt the coldness of the rain,

That’s gradually getting stronger.

Alarmed, I pulled back my hand.

It was the same feeling,

When I met him.


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