Kissing In the Rain

The rain clouds above, swirled like arctic north. I remember this one night, the evening of July fourth. We lit our fire works, and launched them high. Creating a master piece, all over our canvas sky. A shower surely ensued, you said I was funny wet. On that independent day, when we first had met. The very ground beneath us, that mixed with slushy mud. You held onto me so close, in that oncoming flood. We looked at each other, and you caressed my face. So very close together, we did not leave a space. There it really did happen, the first time I knew bliss. I leaned my head slightly, and savored my first kiss.