The October skies surprised us
with a storm
as we worked the garden,
harvesting the last of summer.
We sprinted across the yard laughing,
ducked into the barn
that had more leaks than Langley,
cold rain finding us anyway.
As we huddled inside the wooden shelter,
daylight snuffed out by storm clouds,
a waterfall of electricity crackled around us
like flash photography.
The horses
stirred, floorboards
creaked, wind
rattled stalls
as we stood side by side,
soaked and dripping.

I felt you shiver...