There would be no umbrella for me to stand under.
I laugh at the coincidence.
If I would have not asked the time,
On that day,
I would have not realised how late I was.
In your car, we talked.
The tinted mirrors hiding the outside world from us.
We had our own universe.
I ended up not going to that party.
Instead I had a small one of my own.
And the happiness never ended.
There will always be sunshine after the rain.
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