Unexpected Rain

Unexpected Rain

I straddle behind you
on the motorcycle
the sun tans our faces,
your back rests content
with my steady warmth —

we wander
through little known byways
where roads are rough
and vines overgrow their bounds,
and we meander with butterflies
across meadows of wildflowers

then suddenly
the sky breaks open,
pours rain by the buckets,
as wind and water pelt our faces
and little streams
flood our pathways —

I close my eyes,
hold you close,
in a little while
you bring us to a tavern
decked with rain-soaked
begonias:
we step inside,
into laughter and song.

D. G. Vachal ©2025

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