The Rain Falls
I was walking through the streets of Manhattan, looking like a complete miserable sight. It was pouring, and I was without an umbrella. My Miu Miu coat ruined now due to the rain. My once perfectly curled hair is now flat against my head. I keep walking though, too proud to get a taxi…
The light I'm passing is red, and I just so happen to look into a waiting limo… and I see you. You're smoking, the window down halfway, but you're not getting wet…
You're unaffected by the rain, why can't I be too? Can I come inside your limo and stay warm and dry? Can you give me a ride home?
I'm too proud to ask you that. Besides, you hate me now. I left you for another man… How could you not hate me?
My breath catches in my throat as your dark brown eyes meet mine, but I keep walking. I distantly hear your voice shouting my name, but I will not acknowledge it.
Just like the rain falls, so do my tears…