Waiting in the rain,
she reached out,
the world’s tears collecting in her hand.
It was the perfect place to wait for no one.
Someone for everyone,
wasn’t that what she’d heard?
Had they not heard her heart’s call?
Had they lost their way?
Maybe it didn’t work like that,
maybe for some there was no one,
maybe for some there was lonesome.
She closed her empty hand and accepted the rain
—again and again and again…
©March 2018, Christina Anne Hawthorne