"It's raining," Chris says, watching the summer rain coming down outside. His unfairly cute, pointy nose leaving tiny smudges where it's pressed against the window. "Why is it raining?" He asks and turns away from the glass to face me. "I can't remember the last time I've had a day off, let alone a whole day to spend with you. Why does it have to rain the one day we are free together? We live in LA, it shouldn't be raining!"

He's so sweet when he gets a little dramatic. He's right though, it's an incredible coincidence the universe has chosen today to wash the city clean. But it's just rain. "Give me your phone," I say and hold out my hand.

He fishes the device out of his pocket and puts it in my outstretched hand with a puzzled expression on his face. "Why, exactly?"

"You'll see," I say as I put it on the coffee table and put mine down next to it. "Come on," I grab his hand and drag him to the back door.

"It's fucking raining," he says when I open the door. He struggles out of my grip. I just shrug and step outside and start running around in the warm rain by myself. "You idiot, I'm not going out there," he says.

"Yes you are," I say and run to where he is standing. I grab his hands and pull him out into the garden. His struggle is half-hearted. "See, it's just rain, it can't keep us from going out," I say. To prove my point I spread my arms wide, throw my head back and twirl round and round.

"You're such a dork," Chris snorts with a smile so bright it's like the sun is peeking through the clouds.

And all of a sudden there's this feeling in my gut that I can't place. I stop twirling and look at him. Just look at him. He's standing there, smiling at me, slowly getting soaked by the warm rain. I want to stay here all day, just looking at him, yet I want to say a million things to him. I feel like I could jump and collapse on the grass all at the same time. I feel warm all over, yet a shiver rolls down my spine.

It's unexplainable.

It must be the rain. It must be the cliché of running around in the rain with your lover.

But no matter what I blame it on, I am walking over to him. I wrap my arms around his neck, his broad hands find their place on my waist. I lean in and kiss him like I've kissed him so many times before. Yet so different. "I love you," I tell him truthfully.

He watches me with those blue eyes, an expression on his face that could be shock or excitement. "I love you, too."

If it's the rain, I hope it will rain every day.