skies are grey, and flooding.
soaked, tired and hungry.
and from somewhere,
you came and helped me out.
I ask whether your umbrella would cover me forever.
you answered in silence as we walk the street.
and I got used to your kindness,
I know I won’t be damp again.
the skies are now blue,
chirping birds and the fresh smell of green.
I stood outside the old library building,
where a blanket of fire trees are found
I waited but no one came.