The day arrived wrapped in cloud, the lake breathing silver. Under a clear umbrella, two hearts leaned closer, trading soft laughter for the patter of rain. Her indigo sari carried the wind; his white shirt kept time with the ripples. They wandered the wet grass, hand in hand, letting the drizzle bead across eyelashes and memories.
Between curtains of mist and whispering trees, glances turned to promises. A twirl, a stolen hug, the quiet rhythm of footsteps along the shore—every frame is a love note written in rainlight. This is their kind of weather: gentle, honest, and unforgettable.
September 10, 2024