The rain fell down.
Spattering the ground, the buildings, and my feet.
Converse soaked by muddy water.

Carried away by tight jean people.
Across clogged streets and wet pavement.
You were simply lost to the crowd.

My hair dripped as your name was released from my lips.
Worrying like I so often did.
Over you, a guy just barely met.

Your hood was spotted amongst the downpour.
As we came closer to each other, the wind began to blow.
Like a hand gently pushing us.

Right outside the comfort of warm four walls,
I asked you a question.
It was simple and silly.

You obliged.

While kneeling on one knee, you lifted my foot.
As if I was Cinderella and you were my prince.
Your fingers tied the lose strings tight.

The rain kept falling all around us.
My foot touched the ground once again.
And we went on with life as if nothing had ever happened.