caught in the rain

everything is wet.
the shoes squeak
with water.
your shirt and pants.
the hat.
the rain made sure
of that while
you walked
hand in hand through
the tunnel
of white trees
still holding onto
their fullness, green
with leaves.
you went too far.
too fast and away
without an umbrella,
but it didn't matter.
there was a place to
get dry and warm
again, together.