Shelter

The clouds gathered and darkened overhead
Thunder rumbled like a hungry stomach unfed
The rain fell as the view of the sun was obliterated
The wind gathered pace and howled unabated
Without warning a girl knocked upon my door
Seeking sanctuary like so many before
She read my poems and read my prose
Smiled at my highs, cried at my lows
She stayed a while, we had a drink, and we had a kiss
Despite the cold, the afternoon was bliss
But all too soon the rain eased up
She drank the last dregs from her coffee cup
The sun broke through, lightness restored
The girl gazed out the window looking slightly bored
Although it seems hard to believe
She made her excuses and got up to leave
The old adage it seems is true
Any poet in a storm will do!