We were chasing shelter when the sky opened up and wept for us amidst our adrenaline rush.
I found wetted hair a marvel,
As mascara ran like rivers,
And your eyes still resembled round oceans that I would lose myself in.

Street lamps, their orange incandescence resembling fires upon the puddles,
Created bokeh bubbles that popped with a splash,
Rippling the reflection.
Yet, I saw you like a newborn catching sight for the first time,
A vision of divine beauty in the neon nightlife.

We shivered and laughed,
Our kisses sealing the silence that crept in.
Music played through cracked apartment windows,
Casting a pale light upon us.
I took your hands and we danced within the tears of broken clouds,
A waltz made for those singing in the rain.