Dripping turns to showers
Umbrellas out, hoods up, boots plodding across streets
You didn't check the weather, naturally.
No umbrella, sneakers soaked. Not upset, just inconvenienced
Then, like the first drop before rain, you hear your name.
Beneath the umbrella is a familiar face -- happy to see you
A friendly offer to share
Close together, you bump elbows, brush shoulders
And for a moment, you're not aware of your discomfort.