alone, walking under a slight drizzle
it’s you i am waiting for.
stopped for a while and from where i stand,
i could smell the petrichor.
silently wishing not to hear a sound i could still hear
the water drops fall on the dry ground.
watching every drop as it slowly soak my feet
hearing the wind blows as i feel
the cold water mix with the concrete’s heat.
alone, still drizzling i stopped by the corner post
it is when it rains that i miss you the most.
-august 31, 2010