Not lacking dreariness, the rain fell.

Humid air, foggy feelings.

Almost like a ghost he appeared.

When the world was gloomy,

all around him, he was not.

The glimmer, the sparkle

a grain of happiness in his eyes

filled everything with hope.

Walking alone, no one to talk to,

to hold his hand, but he still shimmered.

Knowing something’s wrong somewhere else,

he’s full of hope, of wanting to love

and be loved; I can’t help but smile.

I feel a ray of warmth even on the

dreariest of days because of the

boy in the yellow, red and blue striped hat.