Umbrella

 

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