You didn't come

Today the rain is inappropriately torrential. You didn't show up for the first date. Sadness washed over my soul like a wave From SMS “goodbye” to indignation.

The sound of thunder seems to be in the depths. How to survive such a shock?! It was both hard and scary for me. And where to find, unknown, salvation...

The clouds have thickened, the sky is gloomy, The pouring rain washed away the tears of resentment, And slush everywhere from the cold waters. The revelations of the rose drooped in my hand.

The sadness will pass, but the memory cannot be erased. The heart is alarmed, as if sometimes out of will. I no longer wait for you to suddenly call... That hope is painfully unthinkable.