Thump, thump, thump
I hear on my front door
Over the sound of pouring rain
Splashing onto the ground

I open the door to see a man
Wearing a hat with a drooping brim
And dark jacket shoulders
Both resulting from the rain

"Can I come in?" he asks
"Just until the rain stops?"
I can't say no to this poor man
But there's something I must admit

"Of course you may" I say
"But there's something you should know"
"It's raining in here too"
"I haven't been able to keep up"

With a small smile he says
"That's okay"
"Still worth it for some company"
"And maybe I can help"

I've placed buckets carefully
Under the steadily streaming leaks
I have just enough buckets
But they keep filling up

The problem is that emptying buckets
Has kept me from fixing the leaks
Before I can get a leak fixed
There's another bucket to empty

I show him the tools and materials
I have for the task at hand
He climbs up on a chair
And I hand him what he needs

As we work together
We get to talking
At first to avoid silence
But then to become acquainted

We finish fixing the leaks
And sit down to continue talking
With warm drinks in our hands
And then suddenly I'm a bit sad

I realize it's stopped raining outside
And he'll want to get on his way
But I've grown fond of talking
And having someone around

I look at him and say
"I suppose you need to be going?"
He too looks a bit remorseful
As he tells me "yes"

"But that doesn't mean"
"That I don't want to see you again"
He then says with a twinkling smile
"How about dinner this weekend?"

I accept the invitation
And thank him graciously again
For fixing the leaks
That I couldn't manage on my own

His response was again a smile
Paired with a kiss upon my cheek
"I was happy to help" he says
As he steps through the front door

I watch him walk away
In the memory of my mind
As I recall happily meeting
My husband lying next to me

The one who came into my life
And without hesitation
Fixed up my heart
And stopped the rain from coming in