There I sat in the mud; wet, dirty, but this time I was not alone. "Devon!" Michelle exclaimed, running toward me and nearly knocking me over as we hugged in the mud. "I'm so happy to see you, Devon!"

"I'm happy to see you, too, Michy," I said. Wow, understatement of the century, no of the millienia!

"I thought you had, uh..."

"I'm sorry about that, Michy, but it was the only thing I could think of to get you back. I've missed you so much."

"Oh, it's okay. I've missed you too, Devon."

"So, does this mean-"

"Yes, Devon, I love you."

"Oh, Michelle, I love you too." And now, nothing in the world could bring me down. There I sat in the pouring rain, in a mud puddle that was growing by the second, holding onto the most wonderful person in my world. Her hair was messed up, her make up was running down her face, she was dripping wet, and she was the most beautiful thing I had, or have since, laid my eyes on. I felt more alive than I had ever felt before in my life. It seemed like time stood still for just the two of us, at least for a little while. "Are you getting cold, Michy?" I asked.

"A little bit," she replied.

Taking off my jacket, I put it around her and said, "Michy, you are what keeps me warm." We stayed out there until it was raining too hard to see. I walked Michy home and told her she could keep my jacket. I skipped home and once there sprawled on my bed. The most wonderful rainstorm in my entire life had just occured and I didn't even have a name for it.

A deluge the newsman called it.