I stand here dripping wet from the rain;
From the storm you left in your wake
Shivering from exposure;
Droplets fall off of me to the ground
My tears blending in;
No one can hear my calls for you
The thunder drowning out my cry's;
No on can see me with the fog that begins to crawl in
But I am not invisible;
I see myself
From a distance I see headlights approaching;
As if my prays had been answered
And looking through the windshield I see you,
as if you had never left
Bringing with you the sunshine I so crave;
And I can finally begin to dry.

S.J.Elston