I said, “I’ve always thought that the rain is so romantic.”
“Me too,”
he said, walking to the porch.
There was a downpour.
I quickly kicked off my shoes and socks.
“No way! You’re going out there?” he laughed.
I ran out into the yard.
I let the rain pour over me while I jumped and danced.
“Come on,” I yelled, “Kiss me in the rain.”
He stood at the edge of the porch
as if he was scared.
Then, he ran to me,
gave me a quick kiss,
then ran back to the dry porch.
“That’s not a kiss!” I yelled, “Come on. Kiss me in the rain.”
I saw the seriousness in his eyes.
He walked up to me
carressed my wet body
put his hands between my neck and soaked hair
and kissed me ever so gently.
We looked at each other
smiled
and ran to the porch, laughing.
