The night was cold and rainy.

I have noticed you, standing
far away from me in a shower rain.

Being guarded by a leaking umbrella,
It was hiding your face from me,
Your soaking wet hair was flowing down your back.

I was wondering when you would look at me.

As I walk towards you,
You walk further away from me,
As if I was standing still.

It seems I will never reach you.

I hate cold, rainy nights and leaking umbrellas...

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