I watch you intently as the raindrops transform into pearls and shyly nestle into your hair.
I watch them with mild jealousy as they drop playfully to kiss your skin.
You turn around to see me staring and you abruptly wipe away the smitten rain.
Don’t you hate it when it’s raining, you ask.
No, I say carefully.
The rain continue to bathe you in its love and I smile at the thought of how precious you are.