The sun is not shining,
Yet the rain will not fall.
I wait with my umbrella,
You wait with your bag.
We are going nowhere,
And colliding into one.
Opposition meets with difference,
And two forces attract.
We wait beside the bus-sign,
Neither saying a word.
Lightning turns you into a shadow,
And thunder vibrates my heart.
Rain pours down finally,
We have been waiting for more.
I open my umbrella just in time,
You stand with your bag, out of line.
I watch you curiously,
I had seen your cover in that black bag.
Why do you stand there,
Soaking yourself to the bone?
I bite my lip in indecision,
Then I move the umbrella from over me to over you.
You notice the rain has stopped touching you,
And you look at me in surprise.
"If you get wet,
You will get sick."
I say,
Rain dripping off my face.
And we both wait
At this bus stop.
We are going nowhere,
And colliding into one.
Author notes
2.Waiting At The Bus Station
Is the prompt I chose. =D
A contest entry
- Let The Games Begin! by drunken-angel4532.
400 points, ended July 10, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Nyar. =^.^= Comments?
Comments
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Aww! Very sweet. You don't ever see people like this, who would just randomly share an umbrella with a stranger. I love where you took this idea. I can actually visualise this. Thank you for entering my contest!
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Thank-you very much!
I'm glad you like this. 
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a good poem, and a nice gesture portrayed with the sharing of the umbrella, no one likes to get sick from rain soaking them.
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Thank-you very much. And yeah, no one likes to get sick. ):
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