Rain Rain.

I love the way the rain pitter patters against my window.
I love sticking my head out of the window, just to hear the sound of the rain,
just to feel the cool rain-smelling breeze running through me.
I just adore it.
Remember the times when we were caught in the rain?
Remember that we did not had an umbrella?
Not a shelter was in sight.
We ran out in the open, like funny little wild things.
Running, letting ourselves go crazy.
not caring if we are drenched, not caring if we got sick.

We just laughed and ran.
How I missed it.