Picnic

First

a few drops,

then

faster, faster, faster.

Rain streams from my umbrella,

squelches my quiche,

trickles into the potato salad,

makes appropriate the name

of my lemon drizzle cake

But we are English:

Waterloo. Trafalgar

Dunkirk and the Few,

so we do not grizzle,

we soldier on

in spite of lightning,

rain and

yet more rain.

Damp, shivering,

Ann and I huddle together,

shout above the crashing thunder,

No ! Never, ever again!

But, of course,

we know we will.

And next time ?

Just the same !

(from the "love bites" collection)