Just Acquainted -A short Story

 It’s a dark evening, and the storm rolls in,

The rain falls heavy, like the world’s end begins.

It is a vintage cottage, far from all we’ve known,
No trace of life, just the woods overgrown.

My clothes soaked through, but you offered your grace,

An oversized white shirt, that i wore with amaze.

I can see the rain pouring down outside,
Through glassy windows where the pines collide.
The fire is warm, but it’s your gaze that holds,
In this moment, two hearts quietly unfold.

The wind whispers through the cracks in the door,
You make coffee, while the storm continues to roar.
I’m sitting by the bed, lost in the view,
Pine trees dancing in the rain like they always knew.

You hand me the coffee, adjust my specs just right,
Crawling up to the bed, resting as the night ignites.
I read you lines from my favorite book so dear,
You smiled and leaned close, as my voice you’d hear.

Leaning on your shoulder, we shared words so sweet,
But you softly said, “We’re just acquaintances, aren’t we?”

Still, the warmth we found, in the silence we made,
Felt like more than the fleeting, like more than a fade.

The rain keeps falling, as the night turns slow,
In a cottage, where only our hearts seem to know.
We may be strangers, but tonight, we’re intertwined,
In this world of rain, our souls have aligned.