Allison R.
It was miserably cold
that day,
and he wondered why
everyone was so
happy.
The steady beat of the rain
on the pavement was
enough
to drive him crazy.
His head was resting
on his hand as he looked
out of the window,
watching the rain leave
trails of water droplets
on the fogged glass.
Everyone around him
smiled
and glowed,
holding hands with someone
they adored
as raindrops pattered
against their raincoats.
The wind blew wet
strands of hair into
their faces,
but they didn’t seem to mind
as they laughed softly.
How miserable,
he thought, pressing his face
into the palm of his hand.
He sat on the bench inside
of the bus stop,
his jeans soaked
with water
as he looked into the street.
Rainwater pooled at his feet,
and he shivered as
the bitter wind
blew across his face.
It felt like a slap
to the face.
He didn’t have someone
to hold,
someone that
would listen to him.
It seemed that he had
no one,
and so he sat on
the metal bench,
dismally watching couples walk
down the sidewalk.
It was a dreary day,
and he wondered why
everyone was so
happy
until he saw
her.