Backstory:
i was at a bus stop, sweaty from a game, cold from the air conditioning and wet from the downpour. i checked my bag: no umbrella. already late for a 1600 appointment, i walked into the gushing tears of the sky with nothing more than a tiny plastic bag as a cover. i was watching my feet send little fountains of rainwater all around me when suddenly, the world went dry. i looked up and there was a blue umbrella, a white long-sleeve shirt and a pair of glimmering eyes. the rest you now know. to Mr Kindness, if you ever come across the chance to read this, thank you, you’re a wonderful blessing.
This poem is easy to understand, rhythmic and beautiful, well done! A pleasant encounter with a kind Samaritan on a stormy, wet and cold day. Kindness and help offered on an ad-hoc basis, without any after-thought or expectation of recognition, is the purest and most sincere.