I Love the Rain

Rain in Central Park in the city, a thunderous downpour to beat all rainstorms. I was there and so were you huddled together on a big rock, a huge boulder in the middle of the park in the middle of the city. We sat together close, holding on to the umbrella for dear life as the winds whipped around us sending rain sideways, our umbrella turned inside out, already drenched our clothes adhered to our bodies but we didn't care, we were together, we were in love and nothing mattered not even the rain.

When the rain stopped a perfect arc appeared in the sky, a rainbow of brilliant blended color that filled our eyes and encouraged our love to emerge from our hearts and it was then we kissed, long and easy though we both felt the passion simmer just under the surface of our wet clothes.