Caught Off Guard

Another Minnesang  

You come to me a bit like that

A deluge pelting my reserve

You trickle in beneath my hat

To claim what you think you deserve

I cannot resist you so I allow you to slip

Like raindrops on a window over my lips

Who taught you to be a reckless thief?

Your boldness startles demure poise

And you will surely be my mother’s grief

She warned me, ‘daughter, watch out for those boys’

For you are not a placid, gentle-noon’s rainfall

You are a ‘let’s jump from a plane and free-fall’

You came to me a bit like that

I grew accustomed to your style

So I pick out my favorite hat

And wait for you; it’s been a while

The sun grows hot; and I begin to doubt

Nobody taught me what to do in case of drought

 Janet Martin