by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928)

A thunderstorm in town
Language: English 
She wore a new "terra cotta" dress,
And we stayed because of the pelting storm,
Within the hansom's dry recess,
Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless
                   We sat on, snug and warm.

Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain
And the glass that had screened our forms before
Flew up, and out she sprang to her door:
I should have kissed her if the rain
                   Had lasted a minute more.

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Word count: 73