No one crossed that threshold in quite a while
Doors weren’t knocked twice in light
“ Rain” , impishly she said when saw me surprised

The only knock my ears were aware were of my ration’s load
Her galoshes confirmed the miry road
The muddy lane to my forgotten abode

I asked her if she was mistaken
Emptiness in my voice left her soul shaken
Rambler, she travelled the roads that were not taken

Brown her braids, drops from the rain they confined
One fell on dusty floors, contrasting the view it traced a line
Disparity of salt void on the floor but abundant on the cheeks of mine

Glanced my old house with her eyes, she broke the perfect stillness of her face
In her new world I seemed to loose my pace, she asks me “ What is this place?”
“Dream”, I told her, “ Of solitude and life without race”

It wasn’t only her visit that looked strange
Antipodal of my dreams, hers were of different range
She travelled because she was happy only when the scenes changed

Odd but the solitude seeker me liked her company, she unthreaded me with questions until there was no light
Stars shined, shinier the moon, shiniest her eyes in the night
She asked to stay over. “Rain”,  impishly she said when saw me surprised.