Downpour

I find myself wondering at times what you are doing. If you still remember our first laugh together.

Or our first drenching.

Our first dance in the rain.

You hated being wet, I remember.

And so we removed my make-believe shelter and put it on you to keep you dry.

Are you dry yet?

For I am drenched.

And thirsty.

 

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