She Hates the Rain


She grimaced when she saw him
emerge from the rain,

not because of the rain that fell into her eyes
but because of the eyes that fell into her eyes.

Like the rain,

thoughts of him washed away
but like the rain,

those thoughts always returned.

How now she wished the fucking rain
would just stay away forever.

The pair stood staring
not knowing if continuing walking in
the opposite direction
was the right way to walk or not.
And then

he offered her his umbrella.

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