Wait for me,
by the corner on an empty street,
an umbrella in your hands,
and a suitcase in the other.

Wait for me,
when the skies turn tangerine,
when the clouds become colored with pink.

Wait for me,
even as the raindrops start to pour,
when streaks of light rip the air.
Hold on,
even as the clouds start to roll in.

Wait for me,
when the skies turn jet black,
when the clouds become colored in gray.

Wait for me,
by the corner of an empty street,
an umbrella in your hands,
and a suitcase in the other.

Please, wait for me,
and I'd do the same
for you.