i shiver under a black umbrella

watching the afternoon rain drench the field

where you ran near an abandoned villa

using the book in your arms as a shield

i rushed to your side to offer you aid:

my jacket i draped around your wet shoulders

a canopy for your head,as we wade

through puddles of mud and dirty water

we went under the cover of a shed

huddling close together in the cold air

the welcome warmth spreading through our bodies,

giving comfort and banishing the chill,

as you told myths rain,which held steady

but i could not speak;instead i stood still

pretending that i look for a rainbow

but praying that a storm comes tommorow