It Rained in November

He was a boy with a guitar

She was a girl with a voice 

They met up in a bar 

When it was nearly closing time

He chose a stiff whiskey

She picked out a wine 

And outside the window

There was no sunshine 

It was a cold November night 

The rain reminded them

Of the GnR song

And they talked and they talked 

While outside it poured 

Then the boy tuned his guitar

And she cleared her throat

And they struck up Tiny Dancer 

In that bar by the coast

Then it was time to go home 

So they bid each other goodnight 

What a way to end the day

They thought 

As time slipped away

They've both grown up now

She works at a lab

He's into engineering

And this poem is something a writer promised them

Based entirely off a few Facebook conversations 

So raise your glasses to Aphrodite and Debdip

Two of the whitest people I know 

And wish them success with their journey

As they go with the flow

The Bilge Master