-now this is just a free verse i wrote...im not really proud of this one but
yea...please comment...-




On a thursday afternoon
I wait at the edge of the street
Water begins to tumble down
But I am prepared for the worst

Rain plummets off my umbrella
Quickly running down the edge
Attempting to blot the ink
Of the book I've been leafing through

I find my bookmark and read
Your name is there in bold print
But no words are there to suggest
What the future may hold

If only a spring shower
Were the only thing
I had to worry about
 
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