We run from the downpour
to the safety of the car
a warm glow of paper cups
steam rising from their mouths
now silenced by water
I say,
“I hope he likes his hot chocolate
with a shot of rain"
You respond with a laugh;
Small and fleeting
and sincere.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
We run from the downpour
to the safety of the car
a warm glow of paper cups
steam rising from their mouths
now silenced by water
I say,
“I hope he likes his hot chocolate
with a shot of rain"
You respond with a laugh;
Small and fleeting
and sincere.
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