it was April, and it was afternoon,
the rain began, i never noticed when,
i found myself dripping suddenly
and it was such a lovely afternoon.
she came, a stranger, and she smiled,
invited me to share her parasol,
we walked together and braved the rain,
heaven knows, we could not get a ride.
she loved to walk though, she told me anyway,
but mysteriously, she wouldn’t talk aloud,
lest, she said, she would miss the thrill
of walking bravely in the rain.
today, another April shower came,
but no stranger shared her parasol with me;
last year, in my excited flush, i spoke too much
while walking bravely in the rain.
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