While they have been eating

The rain has started falling

Gradually gathering in strength

What began a drizzle

Has now become torrential

And doesn't look like coming to an end

The two bedraggled figures

That huddle in the doorway

With nothing vaguely waterproof to wear

Are now secretly wishing

Theyd listened to their mothers

When being told to always be prepared

Screaming

Geronimo

They run for it down the road

With an arm around her waist

He leads her to a place

He knows

Soaked through but happy

They squelch up to the landing

The room before them

Makes a welcome sight

The coal fire is throwing

Strange shapes upon the hearthrug

And crying out to be knelt down beside

She pulls off her jumper

And flings it in the corner

He picks it up and hangs it on a chair

She puts on a record

And sings into her coffee

He puts a blanket round her

Sits her down

And dries her beautiful hair