I was just a silly thing
walking alone in the rain.

I imageined a boy, around my age
running to kiss me in that rain.
But he did not come.

So I walked alone- going insane
in that cold- that cold rain.

Next I imagined my mother crying alone at home
reaching out to embrace me- as only mother's can.
But she was not there.

And last I thought of my old life
the one I had abandoned and left behind,
just to be- this sad poor thing,

Walking alone,
in this pouring rain.