At 2 AM we heard rain,
Fiercely rapping on the roof,
Of our teardrop trailer, camped,
Just south of Stillwater Cove.
I wrapped my arms around you,
As you slowly moved in close.
Our bodies swathed each other,
Like children in a blanket.
“This is the good life”, I held.
Something warm I’ve been saying,
A great deal these days, holding,
Onto my love with both arms.
Not even a bitter rain cold,
Can damper this world with you.