Through pouring rain
And winds that howl
She begs of him to, sit a while
The two lay back, relaxing in tune
Feeling the chill in the air
of the crisp early June
That's the life, she whispers
He can see goosebumps,
rising on her chest
His own heart quickens
As her hand slips into his
It's wet -- but what isn't?
It's warm, an unexpected blessing
She feels nothing, save for him
He feels cold, but it's worth it