#it's raining!

“It’s raining!” she stops dead on the sidewalk, There is a smile blooming All over her face, A crescent moon; “Babe! It’s raining!”

She adores the rain, I adore the rain, But it almost never rains In California.

Other people rush past,  Trying to get out of the fleeting cloudburst; But we,  Suddenly filled with glee, Stand as statues.

I take a step towards her beautiful form, Look up at the clouds, Smile, wet faced with rain, And bow before her; Offer her a hand.

The smile has not left her face, But somehow it grows even bigger; She curtsies, her normal clothes become a ballgown Made entirely of water, And mine become a tux. The water paints my hair to my head as a pomade.

The street we’re on is no longer a street, We are on a stage, The world is dark around us, but we Are brightly illuminated with a spotlight; And the rain keeps tumbling down.

We dance; We twirl, We spin, I spin her out and back into me Breathlessly, She laughs headily, caught up in the romance, And when I dip her, we share a smile, We kiss.

I want to spin her stupid, And kiss her silly; I want to love her entirely! And kiss her as the rain does.

All too soon it is over, The rain lands one or two last kisses upon us, And the clouds lift, And the sun shines again.

Our smiles remain; I pull away, bow to her, She curtsies as her ballgown Made entirely of water Falls into puddles around her feet. My tux does too, but my hair is still plastered down As with pomade.