Lightning scratched the sky,
thunder rolled down the street,
sheets of rain like a charging
army attacked my windshield.

I waited for the assault to retreat, but
waves continued to splash with
relentless rage. I thought

Should I take a chance, rush into the deluge?

No umbrella, no raincoat,
not even a thin windbreaker
I ponder resting my head on
the back of the seat, then
I see her standing on an
upper front step, a red
blossom blooming
above her head.

She takes a barefoot step
a howling wind tries to
snatch her umbrella
she holds tight and
ventures into the maelstrom

Lightning flashes, thunder crashes,
the western hawk rakes
her honey blonde hair,
but on she comes fighting
the stinging storm

I open the car door
take her hand, together
we splash laughing our
way back to her front porch

A memory page written
so many years ago.