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It was raining hard.

She asked to stand under my umbrella.

But it was small in circumference -

A little yellow and

Just big enough

For one fella

And maybe 1/3 more.

But that was it.

Her body was certainly no fraction.

And she protruded a heavy essence

Mammoth in scale.



She had rubber boots

Stretched up to about her shin.

Protected from rising water levels

As time grew thin.

A bookbag drenched and

No doubt littered with

Scribbled papers

Of her poignant thoughts at the moment

All zipped up.

Thrown around her back

With hands

Up at chest height

Around each strap.



And a stare...

The kind that was dressed

By a curtain

Of soaked hair.

And when strands parted by chance

Beams of quieted beauty

Escaped.

I could feel the sun's pupils

Amidst this downpour.



And when I blinked

She was still there.

Unmoving

Like a painted silhouette

Upon the ground.

Beautified in her stillness.

I couldn't help but be spellbound

And think she was standing there

For me...



I awoke from my thoughts

Unaware of how long

I'd been analyzing.

And without further notice

Apologized,

Knowing she deserved it more

And reached out umbrella in hand

To her.



She opened her lips

As if to accept

But neglected my hand

And said

That she wouldn't be safe

From the storm

Without me...



"My best bet is to cling to you

To squeeze

In that smallish circle.

This way, only our backs get wet

While we generate enough

Body heat from the inside out

To forget."



When she spoke it was fire...