Connecting

The first flight left on time
And landed at the proper gate,
But someone took its parking place
And so we had to wait.

We didn't have a lot of time
For our connecting flight
And heavy rain just added to
Our still unfolding plight.

The pilot taxied 'til he found
A place to park the jet. 
We had to dash to buses,
So we all got soaking wet.

We found the listing for our flight,
Most likely fully boarded
And ran to get our passports stamped;
Impatience still rewarded.

With twenty minutes 'til our plane
Would take off to the skies,
We raced full speed, most grateful
That we're fit from exercise.

We made the flight with minutes left
Until they shut the door,
A closer call than any other
That we've had before.

We caught our breath, sat down and smiled,
Our peace of mind restored
Except for one small worry -
Did our luggage get on board?

(P.S. I wish it weren't so.
Alas, the answer turned out No!)