Running across the street alone,
I saw it gallop over a puddle.
I was waiting for the downpour to end.
Every day I step outside alone.
I memorize the sky as I look up.
I saw the clouds end in the distance.
The sunlight beyond them was full of power.
I took a new path through the neighborhood today.
I cannot understand why I am sad.
The day is gone now.
I saw it disappear.
My voice is silent again.
Now that I am home,
I see that the rain is stopping.
Can I find love again?
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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