Waiting in the Rain

Author's Note: This is a journal entry about someone standing in the rain. I wrote it about somebody waiting on a dark street corner to be picked up.

The cold, darkness of the street corner,

drowns me in rain.

I stand here, alone,

waiting for them to come.

When, oh when.

When will this darkness end,

when will the rain stop?

Here they come,

down the dark, dark, street.

Forever, and ever I wait here,

alone.

What should take seconds,

seems to take years.

Decades I stand,

the icy droplets engulfing me.

Alone, alone.

They drive so slow.

But why?

Where does this get them?

Lightnig thrashes,

thunder crashes,

and I am still alone.

Please hurry up, I beg.

Please, please.

As the rain continues pouring down on me,
they are only a few feet away.

Coming around the bend,
I am jumping with joy.
Or am I just shivering,
freezing from the rain?

The car pulls up,
and I hop in.
With the heater on,
my fingers thaw.

Nothing is better than this,
the warmth capturing me,
in its cozy embrace.