City lights blur in puddle streams
She walks along with quiet dreams
Umbrella high, coat pulled tight
The rain taps out her thoughts tonight
Her work is done, the edits closed
Manuscripts and typos ghost
She hurries on through dusky air
The story's waiting in her chair
And she's counting the steps to the front porch light
Wear a book on the table, waits in the halls
At the end of her day, rain drops fall
But she's not alone with umbrella
She's almost home
She passes cafes, glowing gold
Familiar faces, stories, hope
A quiet smile beneath the brim
Her thoughts drift gen town
Every chapter, yours and mine
She whispers words, he made her see
A world of fiction and I'm a steed
Now she's under