We both did quaver in our perchance encounter
When she slipped under my umbrella seeking shelter
From the splatter in the rainy month of September.
And my heart palpitated as we made bantering chatter
While my eyes progressed to scan her alluring composure
There under my brolly in the rainy month of September.
The dying summer's weather enabled our exposure
To which we both confessed as to what was our pleasure
In the atmosphere of the rainy month of September.
Though fairer skies breached to dampen my spirit
The flower of my eye dithered and did not wither,
And I wished it'd rain forever in the month of September.
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings, romance, september
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