Under The Rain

on Sunday, June 23, 2013

“What are you doing?” I asked, screaming as you pulled me after you and the rain pelted us restlessly until we’re soaked. “We’re getting wet!”

“Live a little.” You laughed, not letting go of my hand even as I tried to break free. “Isn’t it fun?”

“No.” I scowled, letting myself getting dragged, twirled around under the rain. “We’re going to get sick.”

“Oh, come on.” Your face turned serious and we slowed down a little. “Look at it this way. You can cry now and no one will notice your tears.”

“Except for you.”

“I’ll pretend I don’t see.”

image credits to sarah linda @ picship


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