Kissing in the Rain
by Michael Escoubas

I was as surprised as anyone
when you said, Yes, to my invitation
to take a walk, even though
the weather looked ominous
clouds rolling and tumbling
like smoke belching
from steamboat stacks.
I took an umbrella just in case—
your hand felt cool, slipping
seamlessly into mine.
We ambled along drawing ever
closer as the rain gently fell,
the umbrella sheeting it off
at first, but the huge drops,
big as quarters, began to dampen
our shoes and shirts. My arm
found your waist, you melted
into me, shivering, we embraced
oblivious to any discomfort—
the rain-soaked kiss, the tenderness
in our pressed lips, filling us with joy.

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