The best kind of rain

I was stood outside the department, texting OtherHalf.


The first raindrop hit my screen and I looked up. Shrugged. Kept writing.


Another drop. Another.


Big fat drops that were almost warm on the skin. Didn't make you squint. Made you so wet.


But so soft, so warm, so fat.


I could sit in rain like that for hours and never mind.