While they have been eating the rain has started falling

Gradually gathering in strength

What began a drizzle has now become torrential

And doesn't look like coming to an end

The two bedraggled figures that huddle in the doorway

With nothing vaguely waterproof to wear

Are now secretly wishing they'd listened to their mothers

When being told to always be prepared

Screaming 'Geronimo!', they run for it down the road

With an arm around her waist, he leads her to a place he knows

Soaked through but happy, they squelch up to the landing

The room before them makes a welcome sight

The coal fire is throwing strange shapes upon the hearthrug

And crying out to be knelt down beside

She pulls off her jumper and flings it in the corner

He picks it up and hangs it on a chair

She puts on a record and sings into her coffee

He puts a blanket round her, sits her down and dries her beautiful hair