It rained that day.

You came into class late that day.

Soaked from head to toe,

you walked into the class,

your hair dripping water,

with you friend.

In your hand was a book,

that belonged to the class library.

You and your best friend had run in the rainstorm,

just to rescue a book,

that was already soaked.

I think,

maybe, just maybe,

it was that day,

I fell for you.