Bats flitting through the air

Not birds

Too late

The birds are asleep

Not even the noisy seagulls

hunting for duck's food

People walking in the late eve

Some alone

Others not

Late eve trip they say

We just stand there laughing

poking each other's belly

We walk too, to a bench

Sitting down

Just talking

Nothing much really

Then it starts

First some drops, then more

It opens up over us

Wet, warm

Godly water

I still think it's urine

But not that color

Or the smell that sometimes come

The girl stands up, the boy follows

They walk

damp, happy

In to the woods they go

Happily talking and poking each other

Not so much rain there

The crossroads are always hard

Saying goodbye

Awkward, weird

Hugs and more talk

Water still pouring from the sky

Then goodbye

Walking away from eachother, they are

Left way

Right home

A last goodbye, a kiss in the air

Clammy and wet

Each walking home alone