The rain fells like pellets against his silk button up blouse.
Even in the storm, he looks ethereal. His angelic smile resembles his effervescence as they run hand in hand to find shelter, stepping in puddles in their dirty white shoes.
He's so in love with life, and I'm so in love with him.
Half a year ago, I never would have never thought that he'd carry the smile he has now where those shoes. Half a year ago, they were in pristine condition-- as white purer than snow and without a seam (though, he did walk funny).
Half a month later, we're caught in the rain, and he stops, yanking me back.
"What are you doing?" I shout over the storm.
His smile grows, gazing at me deeply before he speaks. "Dance with me." His dulcet voice honeys my soul and my skin is on fire where he touches me, slowly wrapping his hand around my waist to pull me closer to him.
"But I don't know how to dance," My quivering lips catch his attention, and he lets out a chuckle.
"Don't worry," He lifts me effortlessly, and I gasp when he put me back on my feet, but I'm standing on his dirty white shoes. "I'll show you."
So, this is love.
