Our song

On the day we were walking down the street without rushing, the rain fell in handfuls, cold but sweet, wetting your light dress, your long hair, stuck to your skin. You danced without fear, laughing at life, at the raindrops, at me. And I, lost, crazy looking at you, my heart beating out of rhythm. Sing me a song, a sound that is only ours, made of footsteps on the sidewalk, the sound of the rain on the asphalt, your perfume mixed with the wind. Remember that kiss? In the middle of the street, with no one around, just the two of us, the world undone in drops of water. You smiled, I kissed you, your eyes were fire in the rain. My heart screamed, but your voice was a whisper: "Stay with me." And we stayed, wet, dancing, as if the street were a stage, and the rain, our song.

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