The rain falls in thin streams
Like grainy lines in old films projected into reality.
The landscape is as grim as Victorian England
I almost half expect to be attired in some
Large, sweeping dress.
My peacoat will have to do.
You complete the scene
With fine features
A proper and contemplative gaze
Under slightly knit brow.
Austere.
I almost want to giggle
But then I remember:
That would be un lady-like.
And we are the paragon of a classic couple,
Strolling quietly in the rain
Under the water-laden trees.
The Spring sings softly
As we walk by
And admire
Another day in paradise.
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