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It’s October,

And it’s still raining,

In this part of the town,

It’s all dark around,

Except for the occasional stroke of lightning,

Lighting up everything.

I don’t think she’ll come today,

I hear myself saying out loud.

The thunder rumbles again,

And when the lightning strikes,

I see her turning around the corner,

With her polka dotted umbrella,

Walking straight towards me.

I look up at the sky,

Mumbling a silent thank you,

When she says Hi,

And I thank her instead,

She laughs out loud,

Damn, I wish I wasn’t so clumsy,

When she almost trips while entering the cafe,

Damn, seems like I’ve company.

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