The only time I met him out of the rain, a storm was brewing within my brain. 

That sweet smile;
pleasant demeanor, 
left me frazzled like no other.
I had colour in my cheeks
but my energy seemed to grow fainter.
Oh, was has become of me?
Now a bundle of nerves;
a fluttering hope
fills the void within.
With hope, maybe it'll outlast the rest.