Al Fresco

Out for dinner – forecast: rain. Sat outside, a bit insane. Every outdoor table filled – People chatted, laughter trilled. Got our drinks – the sky grew dark; Weathermen were on the mark. Soon came thunder, also lightning, Which was just a little frightening. Rain came pounding – truth was dawning: We’d get wet despite the awning. Waitress helped us move inside; New Yorkers take these things in stride. Calamity we did avert. We drank a Guinness for dessert. When we departed, rain was light; It was a lovely Friday night.