Seconds turn to minutes,
And minutes turn to hours,
Waiting in the chilling rain,
A shiver runs down my spine.
Under a black umbrella,
The rain slashes on the material,
The wind picks up quickly,
As I stand near a knotted tree.
The white glow high up above me,
Makes shadows dance and play,
The clouds are swirling above,
The moon fighting its way through.
I hear the sound of tires,
The lights are blindingly bright,
Hope rises through my body,
But the car has no signs of stopping.
The car splashes in a puddle,
The cold water runs down my skin,
My umbrella is useless and broken,
So I close it up, letting the rain soak through my skin.