this is basically an image. I'm don't think I've captured it well enough though; what do you guys think?
She Controlled the Sun
Red signals begun to shine as
your train approached. Angry
clouds up above sending wetness
down below.
Busy-body people, covering from
the rain: black, gray, and tan
umbrellas spring and flood the
street. Yours – the solitary yellow
one
sprouts from the sea of dull.
Hey, is there room for me beneath
the shelter of your
sun?