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We step out of the car and into the street
You can hear it hit softly, like the patter of little feet

It’s such a magical time, like sunset on the ocean
We’re caught in its spell, and we move in slow motion

I move in close, with my hands on her waist
I take it slow, no rush, no haste

The rain slowly falls and the full moon shines
She slides her arms around my neck, and says “your mine”

The rain picks up and it soaks our hair
But our eyes are focused, we have no cares

I whisper in her ear, “I love you my dear
“You will always be smiling, you have no use for tears”

“I will love you forever, is my vow to you”
“You are my heavenly dove, may it always be true”

She smiles at me, with joy and bliss
My lips meet hers, and in the rain we kiss

The rain itself, dances all around
As I kiss my sweetheart, without a sound

The rain glides through the air and I hold her tight
It’s like the angels are crying, such a beautiful sight

Her tongue touches mine and its ecstasy
A kiss in the rain sets my emotions free

She pulls my lower lip and it takes its toll
My whole body tingles, like I’ve lost control

As the rain falls down I just can’t believe
That I need her to move, to think, to breathe

I take a step back and I look in her eyes
She tells me she loves me and my heart just flies

If you believe perfection simply isn’t real
Kiss your love in the rain, and I promise you’ll feel

Many things in this world can wash away pain
But none of them compare, to kiss in the rain

~ Matthew

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