Sometimes,
under the rain,
I feel as if
I'm the only one
getting soaked.
Around me, umbrellas are opened...
then shared
with love-halves.
Locked in an embrace
of jackets or coats,
They are one.
and warm.
As they walk around me,
all cozy and dry,
I keep my head down,
and slowly disapper.
I guess I just wasn't made, for this world of lovers
and romantic rain.
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