We danced to the rhythm of rain and watched as it turned the world anew through a kaleidoscope view. Water twisting colors and reflecting back light like a thousand diamonds.
Graciously drenching pureness on us.
I watch a drop roll down my arm, it slides down my skin like a glass bead effortlessly beautiful. Rain is beauty, something I savor and wait for, and almost forget how good it feels.
But your eyes hold the most beauty, chasing all the other colors into the gray. You're priceless, special.
My endless rain.
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