There’s something about the smell of rain and books
She goes to the library often when the morning starts
Sometimes her stay goes on well into the afternoon
Her most favorite times are when it rains outside
The cool weather mixes perfectly with the cloudy skies
And the sound of falling rain blending with ambiance
That aura being the the library and it’s possessions
People chatting at the front desk, folks on computers
Some browsing the videos and others the music
Several lounge in chairs while few study in groups
And of course who can forget the numerous books
There’s even an outdoor place to relax and enjoy life
But on such a day it’s not as desirable to do so
Yet this is her home and this is her little family here
While it’s nice to see the familiar faces dropping in
It’s the new ones that pop by that intrigue her so
When around people you start to craft stories for them
You get a look at them and think about why they’re here
And on this wet day a new gentleman just walked in
Tall, bearded and wearing nice warm garb for the cool rain
He flashed a great smile at the front desk as he stepped through
Hiding behind her book she watched as he scanned the room
What brought him to the library today she wondered
Was he a local here in town or did he recently move in
She was curious about that and more pertaining to him
He made his way towards the computers and the dance was on
Something about the way he carried himself caught her eye
And she knew she should try to strike up a conversation
She made her way to the computers only to see him continue
Heading towards the fiction novels let’s see what type is he
This man felt her presence close by but only saw her once
Oh the suspense books matching this right here and now
She stood at the corner of the aisle of books waiting
As she attempted to get close to him he drifted again
This time to fantasy which she hoped was not the case
Again she tried to get close only for him to slip away
The rain falling harder and the thunder murmurs
She felt like in a way they were mocking her attempts
As if they were saying hurry before it’s too late
He glanced the movies maybe wanting something new
Yet he stayed in the books moving towards drama
Skimming the options he found The Great Gatbsy
He appears to be a man of culture she thinks
The man caught her again and flashed a subtle grin
She smiled too as she thought of that book she loved
Remembering when she first read it in high school
Suddenly a child tugged on her sleeve behind her
The little girl wanted to know where adventure was
The woman grinned and pointed her towards the windows
Where the kids have a large view of the wet nature today
As the child skipped away the woman turned back
And suddenly he was gone from this aisle of books
The thunder roars again as she stared in shock
Quickly pacing between aisles without being obvious
She remained clutching her book looking for this man
Just where did this mysterious dance partner go
He wasn’t at the computers nor at the help desk
Not in the nonfiction section nor the periodicals
He wasn’t at the music area or exploring the movies
Befuddled she sat in a lounge chair by the large panes
Looking out at the scenery being drenched in rain
The thunder bellowing further away than before
There’s something she loved about the smell of rain
There’s something she enjoyed about the feel of books
But perhaps there wasn’t something about the man
Maybe the dance was not for two just party of one
Well to her this would be a good imaginative tale
Except the story doesn’t appear to be over just yet
For as she pondered what could’ve been she saw it
Sitting in the chair across from her was a book
She rose up and went over to take a gander at the title
Sure enough it was indeed The Great Gatsby there
Her eyes widened and she broke a smile looking up
Still not seeing the stranger she heard a throat clear
And there in her seat was the man sitting and beaming
Pleasantries exchanged as she sat in the chair eagerly
The figurative tango across the library to find him ended
Now the real romantic dance over time has officially begun. . .
Novatourist 