Rain

Walking home I smell
Moisture in the air
The wind blows and the rain starts
To drizzle on my hair
I grab my books
I hope that they will not get wet
The rain starts a steady beat
But I’m not home just yet
I reach the door
And start to think of getting something hot
But I soon realize my key is gone
And the front door is locked
Taking a seat on the front step
I start to hear laughter
I don’t need to look up from my book
I’m already lost in an endless chapter