In Love

I went to my cousin's wedding, she married an Italian. The wedding was in a huge church with a thousand stairs, or so it seemed. Anyways, while in the church, it rained, it was not just rain but a torrential downpour . . . Okay, so try to get down a thousand steps without tripping, wearing high heels in the rain . . . She had wanted an outdoor wedding. "No problem," said Dad. Canopy tents covered the backyard of a nice catered affair. The garage was the bar, tables set so elegant. It was nice, except for the storm, that refused to go away, in fact got worse. I will never forget the bride and groom at the head table, trying to smile while holding an umbrella . . . But, guess what, I don't think it mattered because, they were in love . . . ______________________ August 29, 2012 Poetry/Narrative/In Love Copyright Protected, ID 08- 417-049-29 All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, My Cousin's Wedding Sponsored by Joann Grisette, Judged 09/30/2012 Third Place _______________________ Featured poem week of September 9, 2014