She waited as the rain came down upon her like a deluge of the soul
Clutching her worn jacket close as the moisture penetrated
She sighed as her eyes scanned the area searching
No one apparently was coming
I could see her from my spartan picnic spot
My sandwich laid before me window rain shadows crossing the white bread diagonally to land in my lap
I could see her giving up
No umbrella
Why not come inside
I wished I could go to her
I grabbed my sandwich and bit into it
The peanut butter tasted dusty and forgotten
She began to walk away
I began to stand up
Almost
As she disappeared around the corner
I cried
The shadow tears reflected from the window
Coursing down my face
The taste was bitter..