Poem for her 172

Dear Readers,


The Showers


She likes rain when she doesn't have to drive in it
I like rain when I get to cuddle with her, because she isn't driving
I love you she just said, because , well we aren't driving
Now she wants a massage for the achy muscles from the walk
We got back just in time, It rained soon after we got in
Then the soap was up to my elbow washing dishes
Food had been all over the table top in different plates
The wine was still there from the other day about to be gone
The showers of May nice days and long nights



Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.