Forgotten Her

I was bombed that night as I walked on the cold road of Royal Palm. I
suddenly felt myself seizing the success of another day after realizing the
lightness of my backpack. All so calm
until my forehead sensed a water drop. It descended onto the side of my
nose bridge like Im in tears but not. Forgotten her. Crap.
I felt unsatisfied and incomplete as the rain raged on. So helpless! Missing
her could cry a ton.
The Royal Palm no calm. Another drop? Crap. The rain raged on a ton.
Where is she?! Where in hell is my umbrella?!