Adaption from my poem "rain"

   Rain falls from the dark, billowy clouds, landing and pooling around us. We use the cold sheets of water as a curtain.

   You catch some of the droplets with your eyelashes and they curl into little spheres of dew, resting there.

   The water makes your lips soft and your skin cold and slick. It lands on your neck and trickles under the collar of your shirt, making the fabric heavy. It presses tight to your skin.

   Your hair is straight with the weight of the rain and is captivatingly dark. Some of it falls in front of your rain-speckled features. I reach up and tuck the hair behind your ears. My hand lingers and I press my palm to your cheek, resting it there like the dew on your lashes. You raise your own hand and place it over mine. You smile, and your eyes crinkle at the corners. I smile back.

   The aroman of the rain mingles with the warm scent of your skin, practically intoxicating. Goosebumps raise on your arms and you shiver. You wrap yourself around me and tug me tight up against you. You tilt my face up to yours by placing your cold index finger under my chin and nudging it upwards. Your breath tickles my lips. I close my eyes and grin. You laugh, blowing more my way, and I breathe it in like cigarette smoke.

   Your wet hair clings to your face and some of it sticks to mine. It makes little walls, creating a room for just our faces. It's home. You press your lips to the tip of my nose, leaving a single droplet of water in place when you draw back. You smile at it and kiss my nose again, transferring the bead of water to your red bottom lip. We laugh in our little house.

   The sky is dark, splaying shadows across your sharp features. Most of the time, your eyes are closed, droplets of water sliding down your lashes and falling to your cheek, rolling like tears. When your eyes aren't closed, they're locked on mine. They're dazzling. Your lips are wet. I realize that you are the rain.