Rain; Rush Hour

by Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.
Rain

We walk together,
our shoulders touch every now and then,
the rain pouring down your umbrella.
The cold bites. We hardly talk.
But we find pleasure
in smelling the rain.


Rush Hour

All eyes set
on the coming metro bus—
rush hour.
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Dhaye

Dhaye

January 15, 2016 - 11:19 Hmnnn...cute. At least, rain has made you glad secretly. And rain...I am a lover of it.
Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

January 15, 2016 - 12:28 Thanks, there's something in the rain that turns me on :)
Velantra

Velantra

January 15, 2016 - 12:45 hmmmm, nice one lorenzo. Rain does that to every-one.
Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

January 15, 2016 - 12:58 Thank you.
pies11

pies11

October 2, 2019 - 14:19 Hello i am miss Brenda i have private discusion with you via at(piesbrenda106@gmail.com)

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