It was raining
I must be there
I have an umbrella
I decided
Not to go out
Opened the fridge
And took out meat
Cut into pieces
Put into the pan
Fried it until turned into brown
The rain cleared up
Prepared a dish so fast
I wanted to forget
Though the time looked at
My phone began to ring
I was surprised
It was not that I thought
It was raining again
I was so happy
You came in wring wet
Though you had an umbrella
I put two glasses
We talked about fried meat and
Your call given by chance
And my cancelled meeting
If you was me
I was not here
You worried about
When I forgot it
I looked out
It was raining
I smiled
You didn’t
But it was a pleasant
Rainy evening
With someone else
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