THIS IS NOT A THEM AND US SITUATION

 

THIS IS NOT A THEM AND US SITUATION

The storm came blowing in,
Sending slow walkers
Scuttling for shelter,
Except the one who was lonely,
The one certain nobody cared.

‘Nonsense,’ hissed the rain.
‘Am I not here for you,
Pouring my silver water
Over your bony shoulders?’

Whilst the lightning,
Shaking her fiery hair,
Lit up the night sky
With hot lines of passion,
Celebrating the eternal union
Between them and us.

Now the lone walker,
Soaked to the skin,
Catches the raindrops in eager fingers,
Filling the sky with edgy laughter.

                                       © 2020 Gwen Grant