Pregnant Pause

P erfect afternoon although the R ain clouds looked ominous over Tory. E ven still we ventured out as the darkness G athered behind our foot prints on one of the N icest beaches in North Donegal. A nd while the thunder clapped and N attering seagulls bolted, T houghtlessly we dandered on. P assing time pleasantly chatting A nd banishing the blood result blues. U ntil we both were saturated when S uddenly in unison pregnant clouds E mptied their ruptured waters upon us.