Caroline Wells

Tragedy falls like rain unforecast.

I am caught without a jacket.

There is no shelter 

but you hand me your umbrella and I feel.

Oh, I feel

something...

something.

Looking up, the raindrops drip down your face and look like tears. 

Or maybe...

tears.

That crinkly sad smile fleets on our faces. 

Strangers...

known.

The rain will stop some time.