Sky was grey
Sun not around
Rain started falling
Wetting the ground
We ran for cover
But it was too late
The storm let loose
It sealed our fate
We had to wait
For the storm to pass by
We ran for shelter
Hoping we'd dry
We sat and talked
As the rain kept falling
We knew the sun
Would soon come calling
The clouds broke up
Then drifted away
The rain finally stopped
Clearing the way
Back on the street
Again holding hands
Even in a storm
I'm still a lucky man
Her and I walked on
Passing the day
Not even a storm
Could wash our love away
12-14-18/Rjh
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