The rain pours down. You glance at the window in misery, for you know the outcome. The phone buzzes, a message from her saying that she is going to stay home. She bailed on you. You sigh in disappointment, but make your way to the door anyway. Stepping out onto the pavement makes you feel a sense of relief. The droplets frame your face and you wipe them away. Your scream echoes round the empty streets. I come around, seeking shelter. You rescued me from what I thought was the worst night. We then chat, laugh and enjoy like never before. I take your hand we dance around the same raining streets.
That night, we learned how to dance in the rain.