STANDING IN THE RAIN
It was dark, I glanced out of the window and saw him,
Tall with dark hair, a sweatshirt soaked from the falling rain.
Why was he out there, by a tree he stood watching the rain fall,?
Clouds of many, darkness was everywhere, he stood drenched.
I wasn’t going to open the door as I was curious but a little scared,
Was I mean for not showing care, He was a stranger, why was he there.?
Standing In the rain, where did he come from, what was his name,?
Good or bad, I did not care, I walked away and left him standing In the rain.