The heck with singing in the rain, I'd rather dance. (I can't sing...lol)
As I sat patiently on a wooden bench...waiting to meet my date I sat there in the pouring rain...her cab was running late My feet in puddled waters...drops dripping off my nose In my hand, to give to her...a single yellow rose Suddenly, her cab pulled up...and I said "wait a minute fella" I paid her tab, and tipped him well...then I grabbed her red umbrella As we stood there in the pouring rain...with her glasses wet from mist I held her in my arms so close...and she melted when we kissed We danced in rain, all evening long...until the rain had dripped no more Then I closed her red umbrella...and I walked her to her door The Red Umbrella Poetry Contest Sponsored by Eve Roper 11/3/2018
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.