Drops falling on us, all around us—warm, even as they cool the sweltering day. I don’t feel wet, and I wouldn’t care if I did, because I’m here with you.
The dark sky fades away as I fall into your eyes. They shine so bright, the devil-may-care Gemini in you drinking in the storm as it swirls around us.
Our faces, already slick with nature's fury, move together, and the wetness on our lips joins our tongues as we become one. In the rain. In a special moment in time. Unplanned, unscripted, and utterly perfect.
You were right not to let me fetch the car while you waited in the lobby. You called it. It was indeed romantic to face the storm together.
R.T. Pleiades 