Memories of the Great Frog Rain of ‘48

We met in the frog rain

You found me under that cloud of absurdity

I found you under that shroud of insecurity

And no one had an umbrella (but me)

We met in the frog rain

It was the start of such a good thing

It was a day of tricky footing

The sky was falling and soaking

Tumbling, plummeting, scared and confused

Green and slick and Heaven-sent

Our love began with such an event

Though the storm didn’t seem too amused

It’s good to be back on Memory Lane

Where the sidewalks and streets are permanently stained

With small dark splotches of all that remained

Of that ever-so blessed, unbelievable rain

We met in the frog rain

Do you remember our faces?

Colliding on the walk in our shelter races

You blushed at me, a lucky fella

We fell in love under the frog rain

Their tiny, startled belches filled the air

The street was squirming but I just stared

Love was calling and croaking

I’ll never forget that amphibian downpour

The day that led to our engagement

Tiny green bodies hitting the pavement

And what simple fool could ask for more?

It’s good to be back on Memory Lane

Where the sidewalks and streets are permanently stained

With small dark splotches of all that remained

Of that ever-so blessed, unbelievable rain