I would shun the chance at a paradise in eternal summer sun
for just one stormy September's day spent with you;
trade the idea of drinking cocktails in the sky clear
to hold your hand through the deluge.
I would drown in the dismal downpour without a frown,
endure the torrent with no qualms.
I could be sitting under any gargantuan wonder
but I would still prefer to be framed by your arms.