I ran, trying to find shelter. Using my new jacket as an umbrella. It coveres my eyes, I couldn’t see where I was going. Then, I ran into you. You cought me before I could fall, holding me against you. You look down at me, I look up at you, and our eyes meet. I have never seen such a beautiful brown, gold flecks in them. Dancing. I catch myself thinking of what they would look like in the sun. You smile warmly at me. I can feel myself blushing. You let go of me, only then I notice I don’t feel any rain, I look up and see you have an umbrella. It’s still raining around us. But I’m safe with you. We talk for a while under your umbrella, waiting for the rain to stop. It feels to soon when it does. I want to ask for your name, your number. But I’m to shy, oh why do I have to be so shy? Why so awkward? Can’t I do anything right? But you don’t ask either, so maybe I did do something wrong. I say you thank you. You tell me it was no problem. And smile at me again, I wish I could make you smile like that all the time. But I don’t know you, you don’t know me. Soon we have to go our separate ways. We say our farewells. We turn our own ways. And we will probably never seen each other again. But I’ll always remember the boy with the Golden Eyes And A Warm Smile who shared his umbrella with me on a rainy day.

The end.

As the raindrops pebble above our shared umbrella Laughter bubbles at the surface, ready to spill over Our toes are surely still wet from traipsing through puddles But I hardly notice, I’m entranced by this stranger I’ve just barely met Electricity zings where our shoulders meet She looks up at me with perfect hazel greens Framed by dark Lucious lashes I can’t help it, my breath catches A thousand ‘what ifs’ dance between our eyes She says to me “thanks for the reprieve, but this has to be goodbye” The memory still haunts me at night I wanted to call her mine Maybe in another life

I woke up ready to seize the day My energy rumbling, ready to play. My daily walk to the nearby park. Got interrupted when the sky went dark. I felt droplets land on my hands. My head now up, glancing at the lands. The rain now feeling awfully aggressive. Made my energy feel low and depressive. My head now soaked and clothes drenched. My aura now dimmed as my body wrenched. Then out of thin air, the rain came to a halt. I then lifted my chin up, in default. A handsome man now shared his umbrella. My heart began fluttering, I felt like Cinderella.

quarter-to-four and the rain had already started. of course, it was merely a light sprinkle, but the forecast this morning said that it would only begin around five o’clock, and by then i had planned to be on the four-thirty train out of this hellhole. the wind picked up, and i almost lost my hat several times as i marched down the streets of new york city towards grand central station. i watched as people around me desperately ducked inside stores or frantically pulled umbrellas out of their bags as the rain started to pour heavier. unluckily for me, i had to be at grand central by four-twenty the latest, and according to my gps, i had to keep walking or else i wouldn’t make it. oh, also, i had no umbrella. soon the rain became so strong, it felt like little stings as the drops hit my face, and i was entirely soaked through. i thanked the heavens that i had a waterproof case, otherwise i’d probably have to spend an extra two hours in this city, and that was not something i was willing to do. cursing under my breath, pushing against the wind, i trudged on through miniature rivers and colossal puddles on the sidewalk. 10 more minutes. by now almost all pedestrians were nowhere to be seen, except for this one tall guy up ahead. he had this white-and-blue checkered umbrella, and he was just standing in the middle of the sidewalk and staring at the puddles, or maybe there was something on the ground. i don’t know, what did i care? i had somewhere to be. right before i passed where he was standing, a car zoomed by and splashed me with muddy road water. god, how i hated life. “hey, want to stand under my umbrella a little?” i barely realized he was talking, and it took me a minute to register what he had said. “there’s enough space for both of us.” i shook my head. “i have to be at grand central for the four-thirty train to poughkeepsie. i can’t just stand around.” he paused, checked his watch, and then said “i can walk you there, it’s only ten minutes away.” i said nothing. and so we walked to grand central, this stranger and i, stark opposites. he was tall, six foot something, with blue eyes and sandy hair. i was short, five foot, with dark eyes and even darker hair. also, he was completely dry, while i was sopping wet. the ten minutes passed in silence, as we made our way to the station. and when we got there, he just walked away, and i barely had time to say thank you.

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it was around three-thirty when i decided to go on a walk, what with being cooped up all day. i checked my forecast; rain shouldn’t have started till five, but i took my umbrella anyways, just in case. i walked down the street, with nowhere specific to be, just to stretch my legs. at three-forty-five it started to rain, but i liked to feel the little sprinkle on my cheeks and the wind on my back. of course, when it picked up, i had no other choice but to open my umbrella, because i was wearing my favorite wool sweater, which i didn’t want to get wet. a shame though. i would’ve loved a nice walk in the pouring rain. i stopped at my favorite dip in the sidewalk. i loved it there because when it was raining, a big puddle formed and the pitter-patter of the drops hitting the water sounded like a melancholy whisper, or a song, one that i could never hope to understand. gosh, how i loved life! that’s when i saw her; a yellow taxi drove through the puddle and the water splashed all over her. it didn’t really matter though, because she was already really wet. she was clutching her phone as she walked with determination through the streets. i took pity, she looked so angry. i walked her to grand central station, not that it probably helped, because she was already soaking, but it was the least i could do. she kept on grumbling about being late, something about needing to get on the four-thirty train. i couldn’t help but think how funny it was that we should bump into each other here in new york. i mean, of all the places she could be, she was in new york at that very moment! how special, how amazing it was to be alive! after she went into the station, i wandered off, dreams of life and glorious things filling my head.

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LOLOLOL have y’all watched miraculous 🐞🐈‍⬛ this lowkey reminded me of that

On the left side holding the umbrella is me Close by is our destination As bad as we both want to look down to avoid The downpour Strong wind and heavy rain One of us has got to look up and focus So we can get there safe It's me Guiding Counting 1,2,3 Hoping and jumping over the puddles at the same You won't get left behind ''You ok I asked'' Look up We made it we've arrived here safely.

There you were Alone and drenched Just like me On the park bench Your hands cold Shivering white Pale as ghost Yet blue as night

You seemed to be Disassociating Out of your mind Succumbed to waiting I grasped your hand Head snapped up in surprise I slid closer To your hood-shaded eyes

You seemed hesitant I didn’t think it possible The shivering stopped You froze with my close proximal Chilled past shivering By me, the encroaching stranger Didn’t stop to think You’d interpret this as danger

“I’m sorry,” I whispered My vocal chords were steeped in winter’s tea Voice raspy from unuse “I noticed you in the elements, see?”

I moved my umbrella So it would cover the both of our heads You lost faith in kindness But I helped you instead

The rain knows How I long to meet her

The wind blows Making me feel her shiver

I ask her, “Do you think it snows?” She stares through me as if I’m timber

I wince, taking the blows But I can take it for her

She’s puzzling at first glance Boring at the second

But you’ll wanna take another chance And you’ll thank the rain, who beckoned

The stranger and yourself, to shelter together And you’ll wonder, how does the rain know?

Beneath the storm’s relentless cry, Two souls stand as the world rushes by. Drops cascade in an endless stream, The kind that washes away a dream.

But under the umbrella, snug and tight, They find a haven in the silver night. His arm steadies, her hand grips close, A fragile shelter, but one they chose.

The rain taps out a soft refrain, A melody played on every pane. Yet their silence speaks louder still, A bond unyielding, a mutual will.

Their laughter mingles with the storm, A warmth that makes the cold transform. Each glance a spark, a quiet fire, Amid the rain, they find desire.

The city blurs in a watery haze, As puddles mirror the streetlamp’s gaze. But under the umbrella, time slows down, No rushing crowds, no bustling town.

They walk together, step for step, Through alleys soaked and secrets kept. The rain may fall, the wind may roar, But love shelters them evermore.

Darling it's raining such a horrid day to be wet

but I like when your swaying so dont make it such a fret

I just got my hair done curled and all

loosen up and have some fun we could dance and have a ball

No darling I'm freezing outside is just to cold

well baby I'm reeling to see you get bold

But my shoes are new and I need to meet up with Ella

Let me woo I could even get an umbrella

But darling it's raining

do I care?

But darling I'm freezing

so just bare

But darling-

lets just go dancing

Fine.

oh, this will be devine

Sudden rain befalls. Two lost souls, nowhere to go. One shared canopy.