I closed my eyes as the cold drops of rain splattered on my body, and twirled even faster as my laugh echoed off an invisible barrier. I stretched my arms higher, as if I could touch the sky just by standing on my tip-toes. I loved the rain; I loved it’s smell, and the feeling of it running down your skin, but most of all I loved how that silly boy was watching me with a grin on his face informing me with mock seriousness the chances of me catching pneumonia and dying.
I rolled my eyes and shrugged my shoulders, smiling more as I felt my sopping sweatshirt tug with extra weight on my body, and the rain slowly crawling up my jeans from standing in the numerous puddles. I called his name and motioned with my hand for him to join me from his dry spot under the school awning. His smile increased as he yelled the proclamation of how crazy I was. Instead of replying, I turned away and lifted my face to the heavens, closing my eyes as the rain fell harder from the clouds and too preoccupied to hear the stomp of feet before I became rigid as cold water splashed to my thighs. I turned around, trying to feign a look of anger as that fantastic boy stood guiltily in a rather large puddle, roaring with laughter.
“I thought you said I would catch pneumonia and die,” I accused, curling my hands into my sleeves and brushing the hair from my eyes.
“You will!” he shouted, “But I figured I would die with you and your crazy self because of the fact of how normal my life would be without you!”

“Really now?” I raised my eyebrows and grinned.
“Yeah, really,” he answered, walking towards me and making sure to hit every puddle on the way.

So, I was dancing in the rain during my lunch period instead of sitting in the warm, dry cafeteria of my high school. And so what, if I didn’t have a change of clothes, or that my make up was running and my perfectly straightened hair was going curly. The fact was, I had a wonderful boy dancing in the rain with me, and I had never felt more beautiful.