I'm a little late with Sunday Scribblings, however here we go. The prompts were, Chance and Encounter.
'The day was wet and dreary,
Not a smallest chance of sun,
He'd dressed up for the encounter
No rain would stop him now.
His pledge was simply to meet her
And speak his heartfelt words,
After which he'd leave her lonely
If that's what she preferred.'
There are more scribblings here.