The clouds are gathering, you said. Let them. They’ve come to watch two lovers walking through a park, I had responded. We giggled and walked towards the Lagoon. The sky with it’s darker hue of blue met with the water across the horizon, blending into a perfect work of art. God’s art. It’s beautiful, I said. Not as beautiful as you, you had responded. I could feel the color rising in my cheeks as I sunk against your warm embrace. Then came the first raindrop. And the second. And a third. It’s going to rain, you said releasing me. I grumbled and drew you back in, responding, let’it rain. Within the twinkle of an eye, the heavens opened and the rain began to descend. We ran under the shade of an abandoned tool shed laughing as we had gotten partially soaked. We both stood in silence, listening to the sound of the rain pelting against the aging roof. I’ve always wanted to be kissed under the rain, I said catching rain drops with my hand. Wishes do come true, you responded as you pulled me into the rain. Oblivious to the world around us, our souls melted into the night.