Being

It is raining.
And in a clichéd moment,
When everyone else
Is impatient,
Cowering from the rain,
As they turn to distractions,
Then you were standing there
In the middle of the downpour.
Smiling up at the clouds.
You seemed so in love
With every drop that fell on your skin.
You seemed so happy,
Wildly abandoning conventions
And just being.
I didn’t see your face,
I didn’t know who you were,
But that moment,
I fell in love.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)

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