Ginger-Vixen

I think of you, when it rains. Don’t you remember The fickle breezes Spattering droplets in our faces, How a great gust carried off your Donald Duck umbrella And we chased it, Across the square, across the park, Where it finally caught In the rosebushes. One of the ribs was broken But I laughed And laughed because it made Donald’s tail droop, Until you were laughing too. I don’t know how we didn’t even Notice that my hands were bleeding from the thorns Until we were halfway home. You asked me if it hurt— Of course it did, But it didn’t matter— Besides, I just can’t cry with raindrops running d