My Darling come along with me
I’ve packed our picnic basket.
It’s warm outside, the sun is bright
There’s no need to bring a jacket.

Take my hand, let’s run with glee,
Your joy is a beauty that leaves me amazed.
When the day finally comes to a close
We can lay down, look up, and star gaze.

But tears fall with the drops of rain,
Cutting off our cries of laughter.
Storm clouds chase the sun away
Our joy forgotten in the hereafter.

“I’m sorry,” you say as it starts to pour
“Our plans are in complete disarray.”
But I shrug my shoulders and pull you close,
“Rain or shine, with you I will spend my days.”

And though my feet have no rhythm
I dance with you in the rain
And let the water, like teardrops,
wash away all our pain.

Though our worries make us weary
And like thunder come with a crash
As we dance they too shall wash away
And like lightning be gone in a flash.

I just want to sweep you off your feet,
Swinging, swaying, dancing cheek to cheek,
Until the raging winds within fade into a breeze
And our weary minds at last be set at ease.

So recall when next the sun’s forbade to shine,
And our plans are put to waste with great disdain
Just kick off your shoes and take my hand,
We can step outside and go dancing in the rain.

6/3/18