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 . . .
Written for My Cousin's Wedding
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