Darling, its Called "Evanescence"
"Rain, oh sweetie, look at the rain!" "Haha, I can't, it's falling too fast! I'll take a picture!" Flashes are quite the wonderful thing, aren't they? I hope you like them, because this is the part where they fill the air for their brief dominance, following a picture. Do you know what rain looks like in a picture? I've never seen one, truth be told. Rain was falling, but it's sudden appearance was just that, sudden, and the park did not have time to cool; thus, steam issued forth, rising from the ground, issuing forth from Hell itself, perhaps. One can never tell in this type of situation, if one cared enough.
"Haha, my feet are numb from the puddles! How about you?"
"I'm not doing much better. Oh God, my socks are soaked!"
"How many pictures have you taken? And how many are of me?"
"Ha, none, darling. I'm taking picture of the rain, not you!"
"Tell me when they are developed, I've wanted to know what rain looked like in photos!"
And thus, they embraced; and thus, to any passerby that happened upon that park that dear, rainy April day, there was no doubt as to their status with each other; they were on the most wonderful terms.