Untitled Good Memory 305

As we stepped off the curb
A gust of wind and rain
Blew her umbrella upside-down
I stood in the middle of the street
Laughing like a fool,
Almost getting run down
I caught up to her at the curb
Put my hand in the small of her back,
She looked at me and smiled as we were
Getting drenched running for the car

— GLB

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