random poem 5

There are just moments
when words keep rushing
out of my head, like
the sound of thunder
coming before rain
And I guess you know
the kind of rain I'm talking
about, the summery one
that's pouring down
heavily and so sudden,
you've got nowhere
to hide and now
you're all wet, *sigh*
But damn that cute guy
standing under the same
bus stop roof, slowly
turning his head your way,
starting to make a small...er
(or should we have hope for more?)
conversation, what do you say
now? Well, it's been a good day
and (this time) the rain is just
a gift from you, God?
Guess I'd say, thank you.