a summer rain

the rain

is

unwelcome, and yet

it keeps

coming down,

disregarding our contempt.

ignoring

our

attempts

at getting out from

under it.

we are without umbrellas,

or a package

to hold over our

heads.

we'll be wet,

soaked before we get home.

but we

don't care,

we're in love and nothing

else matters much

anymore.