Romance in the Rain

There! Forsaken on the road I was
When it began to rain cats and dogs;
Neither an awning nor oak to pause,
But only a hazy expanse swarmed with bogs.

But Ah! Up ahead, a glimmer of hope -
A petite belle with an umbrella over her head;
I whistled, praying with me she would cope
Under the colourful canopy of her shade.

And lo! I was thither, my arm around her
With raindrops from my head gliding onto her nape;
From her, just a sweet and delectable purr
As we mooched about under the romantic cape.

Blimey! The rain is only an exotic cacophony,
But underneath the umbrella, it's Holy Matrimony!

(written during my college days many years ago)