Al Fresco

Out for dinner – forecast: rain.
Sat outside, a bit insane.
Every outdoor table filled –
People chatted, laughter trilled.

Got our drinks – the sky grew dark;
Weathermen were on the mark.
Soon came thunder, also lightning,
Which was just a little frightening.

Rain came pounding – truth was dawning:
We’d get wet despite the awning.
Waitress helped us move inside;
New Yorkers take these things in stride.

Calamity we did avert.
We drank a Guinness for dessert.
When we departed, rain was light;
It was a lovely Friday night.