It's raining outside again. I love the rain. How it smells, makes the world look clean I love how it obscures the city; in a way it's protecting, it hides me. I don't understand how people can say they don't like the rain. If you don't like it, why live in Seattle.
Training my fingers down the glass, I sigh in contentment, watching the rain beat down on the window.
"Come on Ari; we have work to do," David said, tugging on my arm.
I shook my head in response. "Nope."
"But..."
I grabbed David's hand a pulled him along with me. I opened the front door and drew in a deep breath. The rain made a gentle hiss on the pavement.
I pulled David over to the lawn, and drew him close.
"Dance with me."
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