Rainy Man

Amidst the rain, he stands alone, A soul adrift, a heart of stone. The streetlamp’s glow, a fragile kiss, A brief embrace in a world amiss.

His coat, a shelter from the cold, Yet whispers of the past unfold. Hands tucked deep in sorrow’s keep, A secret buried, too dark to speak.

The world moves on, unaware, But in the silence, he stands there. Lost in shadows, his thoughts ask why, As moments fade like stars that die.