Rain.

This was the day that Party got wet in the Rain.

Brewing strong.

Discontent had no place in Party's realm.

Something was wrong.

Amidst the puffs and the cremes.

It had all started out fine.

The morning spent in tasting wine.

At a wedding and then at the scene of a crime.

The crime of living a lifetime.

And dying.

The night before that had been the same.

So had the century.

The lights. The drinks. The buzz.

Aah. It remained a pleasant fuzz.

It started with the disco strobes.

And ended with the Doctor's pokes.

And in between lay Party's Lands.

The jokes. The giggles. The hands. 

There was an Irony somewhere.

But Party hadn't ever met him.

There was Reality somewhere.

But he could wait.

But it was Joy which had its way.

You know her.

You've seen her on the simplest of days.

And in the sweetest of smiles.

Joy caught Party unaware.

In between a Rave and a Rant.

Before she felt the pull.

There was rain.

This was the day that Party met Joy in the rain.