Rain
My Converses squeak on the tile floor,
and I tuck my messy hair behind my ear.
I clutch my manuscript,
My grip wrinkling the wet pages.
The air conditioning causes shivers.
Why did I park so far away?
He looks up, smiles, and
It's all worth it.
Wrapped in his jacket,
I sit while he reads my work.
He sets the pages down
and stares at me.
Racing out to our cars together,
Braving the stinging rain as one.
I toss him his jacket as we part
He grins, puts it on, and then he's gone.
