In the Rain

by DragonSkulls

Amid the cold and falling rain,
the words upon his cardboard sign
so faintly read, "Please help me, please,"
while patrons of the mall decline.

He stood outside a restaurant
in dirty, tattered rags for clothes.
They'd leave without a dime to spare.
A bit too proper, I suppose.

I watched in shock as I grew near
the wealthy passed so inhumane.
I reached the man and offered him
my own umbrella from the rain.

"Let's go inside, I'll feed you, friend."
I said atop the pounding storm.
"A hearty meal of bread and soup.
At least in there it's dry and warm."

I listened to his tales of woe.
He lost his job, his home and wife.
From shame he did not follow her,
to burden her own parent's life.

I asked him of the skills he had.
He'd majored in a field as I.
I called my work for open spots.
The job was his if he'd apply.

I took him home and let him bathe.
He cut his hair and shaved his face.
I offered up my couch for sleep.
"At least until you find a place."

The clothes I shared fit perfectly.
The checkered tie matched how he dressed.
We typed him out a resume
and yes, my boss was quite Impressed.

He started work the next day's morn
and made the job a lasting trade.
While looking back we still recall
the giant change compassion made.

Now we've become so close as friends.
His wife is always kind and sweet.

So gracious that I fought the storm
and helped him land back on his feet.

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In the Rain

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