I thought: let’s stay out till it rains.
The forecast says 6 o’clock.
So we dined and we danced
and we played my guitar
…without a single drop.
The sun was tucked behind the clouds
and slowly it slipped off to rest.
So we entered dark rooms,
with the dusk in our lungs,
and we trundled along off to bed.
By Erin Wetzel
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