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Dark as night,

the rain is falling,

shadows creep out.

I watch and wait,

for the silhouette of a man,

I’ve come to fall in love with.

The rain walker,

they call him.

Never seeing his face,

just a silhouette.

But this man, oh this man.

If only I could touch him,

but when the rain stops,

he’s gone.

I feel as though I’m walking,

upon the edge of love.

Taking a huge risk,

but it feels so good.

The adrenaline rush,

of standing with your toes, just over the edge,

and looking down upon the world.

I don’t even know his name,

but my heart skips a beat,

every time it rains,

and his silhouette appears.



~*~ Jill ~*~