Fantasy In The Rain
I saw her standing all alone.
Rain running down her hair.
It was enough to make me grown.
A single ray of sunlight lit up her skin so fair.
Revealing a beauty I’ve never known.
My mind retreated into a different place.
One filled with fantasies of her.
Every fantasy aglow with her lovely face.
Something deep inside told me it would never occur.
Still, I had to try, even if it meant failure & disgrace.
As I drew nearer, she came up to me.
She asked for directions to a certain café.
Shocked, I told her the easiest way it could be.
“Just follow me. I will show you the way.”
She said “Oh, you don’t have to do that for me.”
Before long, we arrived at the café.
I asked her if she would like a warm drink.
She said “I would but, I am waiting for someone. Is that ok?”
I said fine & bought her a coffee as black as ink.
I offered her some cream.—- What to say?
“Who are you waiting for. A relative?”
“My so called boyfriend, if he shows.”
“You mean to say he wouldn’t relish it?”
“Not anymore. You know how it goes.”
I told her I’m sorry. I almost yelled it.
We drank coffee & talked for an hour.
No sign of the boyfriend, nor a call.
I said “Let’s go to a movie” as I gave her a flower.
She was surprised but, agreed to it all.
This started a relationship that did not sour.
To make this story short, things worked out well.
We ended up becoming one for life.
I think things turned out really swell.
My fantasies are now real & are they bright!!
I found my fantasy in the rain. She really rang my bell.
——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)