Rain comes at last

I know I am really happy when I can't do anything but sit and smile. I can hear the rain tapping on my roof, and I can still feel it soaking into my skin. Sometimes I swear he is there, of all the nights to rain. He knows how I feel about rain. I could write pages upon pages on how beautiful a night like this is, but I personally love when I can't because the experience was beauty beyond words.

How could I describe the rain, how could I describe the streets mirroring the lights off the buildings? Rain not only nourishes life but the earth as well. The streets come to life, with the fluidity making them seem as if no other surface could be smoother. How could I describe the beautiful experiences of tonight? The near perfect circumstances bring me to pieces. The weather was not cold, it was sensational, as in every shiver was like a shiver of joy. The water was not wet, it was nourishing, hydrating, down to every last soaked fiber of my being.

How could I describe holding hands (gasp no codeword!) hahahaha? pure euphoric delight. It was like all that rain filled me up and literally made me overflow with happiness, spilling and splashing on the pavement. Not only did the clouds precipitate joy tonight but we did as well; to hydrate the earth so it could thrive almost as much as us.