homeless

she stood alone in the midst of
a storm
she was cold and weary
but she did not feel the rain

lightning flashed
thunder followed
but she stood in the midst
alone
in the shadows, barely
out of reach
of the warm light glowing
through the window panes
of the houses all round

the lightning is gone
the thunder followed suit
but the rain is falling harder
now she feels it falling
she feels the water in her hair
on
her
face
now the cold ache,
the pain pierces her

she is there still,
still she is standing
in the cold.
the warm light does not reach her,
does not want to reach her.