Taking refuge from clapping thunder
under an awning, striped, faded,
she glanced at her watch and wondered
if his tardiness meant he was jaded.
No, she was determined not to think
in her past life negative fashion.
Did she not dare to dress in hot pink,
after earth-tone years lacking in passion?
Rain sheets fell slanted, pelting the streets.
She squinted, her eyesight was blurry.
“Will you share my umbrella, my sweet?”
he said, “I hope you were not worried.”
At a table for two, fireside,
he asked her to become his bride.
April Challenge – Day 14
Write a sonnet