Lonely path - on a rainy day

Lonley path
no sign of people walking by
nor cars passing by
just me rambling by

Rain drops gently
pitter-patter
and fall on the umbrella

over my head.

Slippers squeak

under my feet
as I fasten
to take a refuge
under a tree.

I hear a bird chirping
above me
a colorful soul
perches on the branch
of the tree...

I and the bird
both loners
sheltered by a tree
it is on it
me under it
we look at each other
like two long lost friends
now finally found.