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"Do you think it'll stop any time soon?"
A hand, outstretched: raindrops upon skin, traveling down the wrist, the forearm in rivulets. Water drips down to the pavement below.
"I don't think so."
Brown eyes meet electric blue. "How long do you reckon it'll last this time?"
"Why? Excited to leave me?"
"No!" Cheeks redden, in the darkness. Laughter spills forth, rich and teasing through the static of the rain.
"I see."
"I suppose we can wait out the rain here. Just the two of us, y'know?"
Fingers lace together, slowly, shyly.
"Yeah." A kiss. "Just the two of us."
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Whispers In The Rain
RandomWhispers in the rain lingered by the wind and each drop held unspoken words. The world around us is drenched, yet in the quiet between the storm, it's our whispers that fill the space-soft, fleeting, but unforgettable. The rain may wash everything a...
