You ask should we walk
on such a dismal morning?
When for me, the weather is merely cream
on an already delightful idea.
Even with the rain;
Does not the light still reflect in your eyes?
Do not the buildings still stand erect?
Glorified by our observations
as water cascades from vigilant gargoyles?
Will not the crepe
Proffered by the early morning vendor
be just as sweet, as one consumed
when rain declined to hiss upon this pavement?
Will not your lips be just as tender
even when dampened
with a light Parisian mist?…
For me your company remains,
undiminished by these sideshow acts of nature