The rain fell I started to run,
You called out, ‘Come share my umbrella with me.’
We stood together trying not to get too close.
Glancing up to catch a tentative glance at your face.
A rainbow appeared we had to move.
When nature’s paintbrush colours up the sky,
We can only stare in awe you and me.
Now we remember every time it rains.
Our first meeting blossomed into long-lasting love.
2024 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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