The Rain Fell Like Dying Fireflies
The wet was thorough and all embracing, nothing went untouched. It fell on our bare heads; beaded on your glasses. You were nervous and I was too confident in you to notice. I could only see my pinnacle reflected in those beads. You could only kiss me when we were alone. A thousand drops glowed in the lamplight. The same water that sighs shook from our shoulders laminated silver the back world around us. At no moment had I ever been so wet.