The rain finally subsides, allowing the moon to show its brevity of light on a couple’s inner sanctum. Their restless thoughts becoming whispers of an exchanging conversation; the feeling of serenity as their heads lay upon satin pillows. Spontaneity triggers eruptions of laughter from within their hearts. He loves the way her voice reflects the joy within her soul, inducing an uncontrollable desire to feel her skin touching his hand. Their fingers interlocking, hoping adoration will not slip away into the darkness. It’s late but time is nothing more than an excuse to prolong the moment.
In a few hours, the sun will rise and expose the day’s calamity; they do not care.
They will always have each other.