Shelter

Distant rumble
Belies clear skies,
Memory
Of days in Spain.
Vast fields
Of sunflowers
Turn their backs
On rain,
Silent
But for the pulse of water
Shot from cannons
Against
Our darkened sky.

The first drops
Hit the road
Large as tea plates
As we ran for cover
Beneath
An ancient barn.

How we hugged
And laughed
With the singing
Of that moment
With our beating
Hearts
Falling into one another
Upon broken bales of straw
Never a moment
To compare
The elation of the drenching rain
And our final coming together.

JL March 21. 13:54