Oh! The scent of this damp,
How could it not tempt to romance.
She prefers a black umbrella
Under it are, we holding hands.
Smiles at lightning
Clinches if thunder
Tapping on water
Doesn’t her sole hurt, i mumbled
I asked her hand
Do you dance? , she wondered!
Nope, but i know all other things
Seized her, only if you remember.