It is raining and we sit outside anyway
The waiter is giving us odd looks

We are soaked through, of course.
She stares at her beer glass,
Which is now full of rain-water.

“God is filling them up free today!” she says.
“A bit of a jab that he’s filling them with water” I
say.
“Yes…it ought to rain beer.”

Her hair drips, she sips
I smugly remove my shoes
Fill them with rain
And put them back on,
Wiggling my toes.

“Just imagine the drunken squirrels” she says.
We laugh.
The waiter refuses to come out to us
Though we wave to him through the window.

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