I was laying down on my side, my lights on in the middle of the night scrolling through my phone. Someone posts a video of the rain falling down among the cypress in hushed tones. Captioned, "I hate being in the rain."

I look at my window, and thinly veiled behind a baroque curtain my blinds are shut tight, and there's nothing beyond that sepia image. I wished I had went outside today. I wanted to, dreamed to. I never did, I took naps all day, and after each one I was even more tired.

I remember what being caught in the rain felt like. I loved it, and there was nothing I wanted to do more. It's been a long time since I've been outside. I'm never in the right situation to catch the rain, I have to listen to it patter down the windows as I work, as I sleep. Even if I looked outside my window its dark outside. Maybe if I forgot to wear a coat, it would catch me. The sky would thunder, seeing my vulnerable state, and gets me when I least expect it. I'd be surprised, and smiling I'd say "oh, not again."

There is a gentle but persistent rain on the morning after Thanksgiving. My neighborhood is enveloped in a gray hush, the stillness broken occasionally by the sound of tires on wet pavement or the engine exhale of a bus making stops on a route somewhere in the distance. Even the birds are subdued this morning, sheltering quietly in the trees that line my street.

From my second floor window, I watch a woman in sweatpants and parka walking her dog on the sidewalk below. Across the street, a man stands under a bodega awning munching on a tin foil-wrapped breakfast sandwich and sipping steaming coffee out of a paper cup.

How easy it would be to lay back in bed right now, I think, to allow myself to be lulled to sleep by the tap tap tap of rain on the fire escape.

As I sit on my couch, next to him or better in his arms, outside starts to rain. I turned my head to the window and it was such a beautiful view. The grey sky with a mix of a pink color makes it look so gorgeous, as I turn to my boyfriend to see him smiling at me and then his fingers touching so softly my cheek, looking at me with his big brown eyes and now his fingers playing with my hair as we both laugh a little.

Out of nowhere, he takes my arm, throws the blanket in the other couch and takes me with him. He opened the window and pulled me outside in the rain while I was shocked by his move. We were out in the rain, his hands were touching my face and then my waist enough to lift me up and smiled at me. He puts me down and we both staring at each other for a few moments.

He starts to lean on me a bit closer and closer and here we are kissing each other in the rain with passion and the rain got her own fate with us there.