The rain was knocking on our window.
I was snuggling up underneath your arm
as if it were the strongest fortress in the world
when you jumped out of the bed and dragged me
out to the terrace.
As we stood there on the pouring rain I thought
you were crazy and you were actually just
a crazy romantic that wanted to kiss in the rain.
The rain was touching us gently while we engaged
in a high-school teen fantasy of a perfect moment.
We jumped under the shower to wash the
romance off and you introduced me to
a new universe which was secretly only ours.
Now every time I feel raindrops on my skin I can
hear you laugh as if you were still here.