An ocean poured from the sky, its waves crashing onto the
Umbrella, whose pink and purple polka dots lit the dark, cloudy day.
Together, under the umbrella’s
Safe shell, in the midst of the storm,
They wait on the sidewalk.
Deep puddles form around their rain boots,
Large enough to reflect
The boy’s and the girl’s intertwined hands.
Above, rain hammers the roof
Like bags of marbles opened across the floor,
And the wind snakes through the buildings and streets, hissing.
But the boy and the girl stand smiling,
Paying no heed to the rain or the storm clouds
Or the time or the day or the things they have to do.
Only to each other.
Even as the wind quickens, and the rain lashes the air,
And the sky grows darker, and the air cools,
The pink and purple polka dots of the umbrella
Are unmistakable between the wet city buildings.