Yet....

Drove around for half an hour
I could not find the place, 
Traffic was bad
It was raining...but nice
The place,
The traffic
The rain,
Was not the problem...
I was not to be there...yet
Found the place
And a parking spot
Started walking,
I needed a smoke
Where are my freaking cigarettes?
Went back to the car
My damn cigarettes
Or my need for a smoke
Was not the problem...
I was not to be there...yet
Cigarette in hand
Umbrella in the other,
Started making my way back
I am standing right there,
Looking around
Afraid of going in
The fear within
Was not the problem...
I was not to go in...yet
I saw his green eyes,
Looking at me
Looking at him
But without looking
"it is not so cold" I said
As he was freezing
"I am not from here"
He replied
"You're such a wimp"
And he invited me inside...
we started talking
Small little talk
Background, life and poems
What a sweet delight...
"Let's get out of here" he said
We went for a walk
Walking, talking about my taboos in life,
Walking and talking under the rain...
He kept on saying
"You are smoking hot"
Held my hand, not letting go
putting his arms around me
Time after time
And then he kissed me
In the middle of the street
And under the rain,
And my wings opened wide
ready to take the sky,
Now everything was perfect
I was at the perfect place, 
The perfect time
And there he was
And there I was
And once again...I fly...