Just Another Rainy Day

First person narrative about the kindness of a stranger. It was inspired by the painting (entirely fictional) for an Allpoetry contest. I'm also writing a short story based off it. Originally written August 18, 2007.

A cold and miserable day,
that's all that it was.
My hooded jacket did little
to keep me dry in the downpour.

I was waiting for the bus,
just like the dozen other people there.
There was nothing to make me stand out.
Nothing to get me noticed.

At least, I didn't think so.
Yet, for some reason,
you stood next to me,
sharing your umbrella.

You never said a word,
and neither did I.
I hardly dared to look at you,
even though I wanted to see your face.

As the bus tarried,
I felt my cheeks grow hotter.
Thank goodness my face
was hidden under my collar.

Finally, the bus arrived.
It was over ten minutes late, I swear.
The crowd pushed ahead of us,
but you remained by my side.

Trailing behind the group,
I climbed up the stairs and paid my fare.
As I pulled off my hood, I looked back...
You weren't there anymore.

I don't know where you went.
Were you just a stranger...
or my guardian angel in disguise?
I really don't know.

All I know for now is,
God was watching over me that day.
It feels a little sad, though...
I just wish I could have thanked you.

Even so, as I stand here in the crowd,
waiting for the bus on another rainy day,
I feel the gentle splashes on my face,
and smile into the sky...

Author's Note

Thoughts on my use of punctuation?

Reviews

[forfila]

its beautiful, lovely and the punctuation is great!!! =)