When the Rain Came

2/22/15

Life was good for us both,
watching the rain trickle
down the window
and sipping champagne
under the stars. 
The waves beat down,
overbearing parents
to the childish beach.
Footprints washed away
after mere moments
on the sand.

When the rain
and the wind
came harder,
and everyone said
to flee,
we didn't listen.
We never listened.

The waves rose higher --
like the Titanic,
we were sinking in
muddied waters;
hands entwined around
each other's
as we shared one last
glass of champagne
and priceless memories.