She only comes out

When it’s

Storming.

The raindrops embrace

Her tears.

She only comes out

When it’s

Raining.

The thunder hides

Her cries

As she trembles in

Fear.

She only smiles

At clouds

And butterflies.

Likes the sun in her eyes.

And now

She’s standing at the bus stop

Laughing out loud.

You see,

 She knows no one else

Can

See the Angels

Keeping company

With the

Lonely people

As they

Pass her by.