Man in the Rain

Sitting in my kitchen
drops ping off the pain
and as I stared outside
he was walking in the rain

His figure blurred by mist
a shadow way,  way off
his outline steadily bigger
his footsteps never stop

And then without a warning
right in my front yard
he came to a calm halt
and stared, into my heart

Then the shadow turned around
and the rain drops ceased to fall
the sun poked out of clouds
I wondered if he was real at all

The man out in the rain
to this day touched my soul
and every time I hear the drops
I wonder if he'll show