(by Salmah Vawda)
One defining night Glittering droplets of rain fell upon me, each one I could distinguish Yet, drenched and brutally soaked I felt Yelling out in complete anguish Why me? To the sky I echoed, a thousand times over Why not, a soft voice whispered back Luck is not brought by a four leafed clover He closed my eyes Lifted my hands up to the sky And in no words told me How the rain was a blessing in disguise He then walked away Leaving me pondering about all the words he never said So silently I followed Tracing the path that he led It was only until we reached my door That I saw the cane in his hand Dawned on me now, the true intentions of this unknown man As he walked away And left me to my own I marvelously realized A blind man led me home
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