Alone on a rainy day | A short poem

Imagine a lonely guy, a living disaster, is standing alone in the street on a rainy day. He sees happy couples under the umbrellas and holding their hands. Neither he has anybody to share his feelings nor anybody to talk. He searches for a friend among the crowd but nobody cares. He could be anyone, even the author of this poem.

Alone on a rainy day — a short poem

When the clouds shower, I stand alone,
Raindrops merge with the tears of my own.
Up above, clouds roar with lights,
Still, they fail to stop me from benight.

I see people refusing to stay,
Hiding their hearts and running away.
They brush aside my loud plea,
But I see a big old tree, waiting for me.