Solitude <Poem>

I waited for it,
Through the humid afternoon,
And the salty sea breeze,
Rushing through my hair.
And when it did,
it didn't rain, but poured.
The pouring stopped,
And I ventured out,
For a solitary walk,
In the drizzle.
Drinking tea,
Contemplating life,
Reminiscing friendships.
Slowly, sipping the tea,
Watching the drizzle.
Slowly, the glass emptied,
The drizzle stopped.
All the left was,
Me and my loneliness.