Soft music came from the open doors to the balcony and the voices from the party mixed with the windy gusts of autumn. Something wet fell on the back of my neck and rolled down my back in cool trickles. I held my hand out and looked up. The storm clouds were sporadically clumped in the sky, patches of dark gray rolling against the moonlit darkness. And then it began to sprinkle, the moonlight catching the raindrops and turning the world into a surreal dream.
I leaned in and kissed her, the subtle earthy scents from the freshly dampened soil below rising up into the air. The rain was quietly drumming against us as we kissed and my hand slid in under her panties. There were only a few times in my life I can remember a single perfect moment, but as the rain fell on us I knew this was one of them.
The water rolled off her face in fat drops, her skin shining against the blackness of her dress in the luminescent rainfall. Her hair had soaked already, and she brushed the strands back from her face with a simple sweep of her hand. She looked at me, her dark eyes alive with color as the sun caught in her irises and revealed her pupils to me.