​DOWNPOUR

That Sunday afternoon
We splashed home through paradise.

The sky split;
Dropped its shopping onto 
Impotent umbrellas, 
Feeble feet.
And even the sun
Added its note to the crescendo;
Though sodden and bedraggled
As the rest of us.

That Sunday afternoon,
I saw the world in your 
Caught breath,
Heard life’s great expanse
In your exaltation;
In the tumult.

I remember that
We could’ve waited it out
In the shelter of the cinema. 
But you wanted to be part
Of that brief collapse.  

I will never regret
Following you out.
Of falling with the rain,
Rising with your open arms. 

Alone, I would’ve been 
Anchored, impatient.
Together, we ran
Into paradise.

2019.