Borrowed Umbrella

The forecast said a storm was to roll through
on Thursday
and last till the weekend
came to a water-logged close.

Sure enough, that afternoon
the skies opened
and a furious rain fell on us
like we had done something wrong.

You and I drank too much coffee
and browsed bookstores
and pilfered through crates of records
as an excuse to avoid the rain.

Under the cover of an awning
we parted ways
and you lent me your umbrella.

We kissed.
Good kisses,
Like they always were.

A walk home made better
by the feeling of freshly kissed lips
and a borrowed umbrella.
Shelter from the storm,
like Dylan sang.

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