Dawn of a New Year

When she was the first to step across the threshold I knew things were off to a good start. Outside, dark and lowering clouds pressed in, But inside, her beaming face made me warm all over. I wondered if we should still go for a walk, But she insisted, hinting that I was afraid of the stormy skies. In no time, I shrugged on my leather jacket and we set off. The cold winds whipped at our clothing all the way to the park, A little raindrop spattering here and there. It soon intensified to a downpour. The freezing drops soaked right through her coat And her dark braids had raindrops sliding down them, So we ran to a pine tree, and I placed my coat on her shoulders. My shirt was instantly drenched, Chilling me where it touched my skin. But I did not care. Because I was huddling under a tree with my favourite girl And all it took was a look at her beaming face to make my heart warm.