In the Rain


She ran hastily down the rainy street
Hoping for him discretely meet
Her spirits high, her longings old
Not minding being out in the cold
To draw upon the power within
An array of spirits like a jinn
To go where no one has been
But then where will she begin?
One sad soul destined for gloom
If she can’t find her groom

For: Miniature Writing Challenge #20

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