They had barely taken two steps from under the train station shelter when it began to rain. It wasn't a romantic, delicate whisper of drops, but a heavy, relentless shower of chilly autumn tears. Thunder roared angrily at the people running away from the street, searching for a safe haven wherever they could.
But not these two.
Their time together had been brief, but it had been real. Alive. And she loved the rain more than anything, something she shouted at him, laughing manically as he pushed her into a puddle. Luckily for him, she was wearing Doc Martens and not her favourite and very fragile black boots. She gasped for air between her manic bolts of laughter, almost collapsing on the cold, wet ground. But he didn't have time to be worried, for she ran to him and jumped. They almost fell, tangled in lust and love, swinging together in their own throws of clothed passion. Water was streaming down both their faces, gluing her long hair to her face, making them both squint at each other. The kiss they shared was accompanied by lighting, like their relationship had been.
A car honked at them, irritated at these two fools kissing in the middle of the road.
They took no notice and kissed again, and again, and again. This night would never end. The rain would never end, it would wash away the past, the present, the future, the entire world. They would be alone in the universe, the galaxy at their feet, overwhelmed by them, being together.
She broke away, for the first time in always and forever.
"You make me feel like a kitten", she whispered breathlessly, holding onto his broad, German shoulders, trying to steady herself. He had picked her up off the ground, as if she was a little weightless kitten after all.
He smiled and kissed her again, without letting her feet touch the ground. Knowing that he wouldn't drop her, she wrapped her legs around him instead. Their kiss lasted an eternity and a half. And still, the rain would not stop. Cologne would be drowned in it.
