Crowds of impatient people surround me:
Cell phones ringing, text messages beeping
Newspapers and coffee drinkers around see
nothing but rush hour. But a sleeping
storm fast approaching with purpose and grace
creeps in and over their heads and my own
sixth sense for nature's cool greeting awakes
as I stand with my suitcase -- all alone
With thoughts of you -- what possibilities
Here in this long line looking for a ride
to take us into serendipity;
Unrelenting rain brings you by my side
I pull you close and kiss you tenderly
Because you always wait so patiently
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