Beneath the storm’s relentless cry,

Two souls stand as the world rushes by.

Drops cascade in an endless stream,

The kind that washes away a dream.

But under the umbrella, snug and tight,

They find a haven in the silver night.

His arm steadies, her hand grips close,

A fragile shelter, but one they chose.

The rain taps out a soft refrain,

A melody played on every pane.

Yet their silence speaks louder still,

A bond unyielding, a mutual will.

Their laughter mingles with the storm,

A warmth that makes the cold transform.

Each glance a spark, a quiet fire,

Amid the rain, they find desire.

The city blurs in a watery haze,

As puddles mirror the streetlamp’s gaze.

But under the umbrella, time slows down,

No rushing crowds, no bustling town.

They walk together, step for step,

Through alleys soaked and secrets kept.

The rain may fall, the wind may roar,

But love shelters them evermore.