KISS AND TELL — rain

The light rain had started, as I knew it would, although I did not prepare for it. No umbrella, no rain coat…just using my hands to try and prevent the drizzle from ruining my hair. I turn around at the sound of footsteps, my heart skipping a beat as I see her slowly saunter up to me, as if the rain enhances her beauty, as if she is made of rain herself.  She takes my hands and pulls me toward her, we stand there letting the mist cover our faces. Looking at her, I no longer care about the rain,...