His hair unkempt, legs filled with cuts and bruises.
Arms sore, palms covered in calluses and blisters.
Dragging his feet carelessly, skateboard in hand.
Mouth so dry, his tongue feels like a pit of sand.
His boyish face tells tales of definite disappointment.
Eyes fixated on the broken concrete pavement.
Waves of dejection lapping on the shores of his heart.
For a start, he wants to punch the mailbox hard,
Scream at the world till his rigid lungs give out.
The sky is overcast, sun hidden by gloomy clouds.
Droplets of rain pitter- pattered on the ground.
He sat in a dark alley, he didn't want to be found.
And he cried. Bawled his eyes out, cause it hurts.
His face wet from tears and rain, wiped it with his shirt.
He tries to stand, but falls again.
So he quits.
His ears caught whispers of splashes and he saw a pair of feet.
A hand reaches out, and he looks up real quick.
He is gazing upon a face so beautiful, so angelic.
She smiled and it was like sunshine in the storm.
It was dazzling, comforting, above all, it was warm.
He grabs her hand, my God, it is smooth and soft.
She pulls him up onto his feet, and whips out a piece of cloth.
Cleans the dirt and blood, and throws it into a drain.
He stares at her, and for what seems like an eternity,
they stand there together in the rain.