It started with a hint upon the air, the telltale heaviness of anticipation. A few brave drops fall, testing their reception on this earth. Then the drops fall in earnest, surging down on she who is uncloaked, embracing the coolness on her skin, each drop a sweet lingering kiss. The thunder roars, both terrifying and exhilarating. The lighting flashes, the wind picks up, tangling her hair with earnest. Yet still she stands, embolden by the chaos, finding peace and comfort in it all. Your love is a summer storm, earth-shattering, deafening, irresistibly beautiful.