Pounding rain pings

Against cobble stones

A comforting melody

In its rthymic tones

Grey light surrounds

Deepens gradually

Bright umbrellas open

Simultaneously

In a candlelit cafè

We hold hands

As hope unfurls

Begins to expand

Fully displays

Emerging possibility

In your eyes a glimpse

Of whom I yearn to be

By Margaret Karim

From: United Kingdom