Rain

My Converses squeak on the tile floor,

and I tuck my messy hair behind my ear.

I clutch my manuscript,

My grip wrinkling the wet pages.

The air conditioning causes shivers.

Why did I park so far away?

He looks up, smiles, and

It's all worth it.

Wrapped in his jacket,

I sit while he reads my work.

He sets the pages down

and stares at me.

Racing out to our cars together,

Braving the stinging rain as one.

I toss him his jacket as we part

He grins, puts it on, and then he's gone.