We danced,
Through thunder storms
And wild winds.
We sang
At the top of our lungs
In a cave in the mountains.
The echoes reverberated back and forth
Resounding our love over and over.
When the rain stopped,
We stepped outside.
The gravel and mud making music
On the very ground where we walked.
Every step a symphony,
Waiting to be played.
We held hands, and they were wet.
But they didn’t slip apart.
We walked to the top of the mountain
And looked out on the world,
And saw that it was good.
And we were well pleased.
And when the rain came again, we stayed.
Let it wash us clean.
And we were wet.
But we didn’t slip apart.