the loving

In the rain I like singing

and in puddles jumping

occasionally dancing

alternatively dashing

running and rushing

from downpours escaping;

but if it’s just misting

or dripping and spritzing

a gentle though chilly face and hand wetting

hand in hand with my darling

to be sure I’ll be ambling

or quite slowly strolling

frequently joking

and chatting and laughing

till tears are a’flowing

and we are a’rolling

faces a’glowing

all the while knowing

the rain we’re not noting

our steps it’s not slowing

lost as we are in the moment, the loving