Lightning streaks through the dark night sky. Radiance transcends the clouds.
The smell of the possibility of rain permeates my soul.
Wistful memories of splashing and skipping in puddles along the curbs of my youth bring a small smile of remembrance.
Have you never danced in the rain? Have you never walked in the gutter? Skipped in the street? Sat quietly and pondered?
Yearning fills me with the hope of walking hand in hand. Of the quiet wonder of the stillness, standing together heads tilted toward the sky.
Maybe a kiss.
Maybe just quietly talking while we watch the rain fall, secluding us, just safe in our own little world.