Stuck at the bus stop,
Typhoon-like winds,
Leaves afloat, they spin.
You offer your handkerchief,
I wipe away the rain,
From my body, my skin.
You follow the path of my actions on me,
Your gaze makes me vain,
You smile at me and whisper softly,
“I love the rain.”

AJ Joseph occasionally writes at Words from Sonobe and tweets very short stories as @sonobeus.