Rainy Day Love

We’re making love in the afternoon
to a rumble of thunder
and pelting rain. School
pickup still an hour away,
somewhere beyond
the bedroom window fog.
Outside a dog barks, wind
scrapes an overhanging branch
across the tin roof. Inside
it is warm and we are not
fifteen years wed, but teens
again under single bed sheets,
hoping the world will look away
for awhile.