Date in the rain

Have you been walking in the rain for a long time?
Not so that from the minibus to the entrance
run, sheltering carefully with an umbrella.
And so that there is no dry place ...
So that the streams slide down your cheeks,
and hair that looks like mud
stuck tow to the neck and ears,
and puddles squelched loudly in boots ...

Did you kiss in the rain?
Not so that three seconds, for an excuse,
and so that you two are lost.
So that on her face - the nature of paint.
And on yours is the desire to collect
drops from the cheeks with warm lips.
The desire to dance through the puddles
joining wet bodies ...

And at home, wrapped in a warm blanket,
embracing, sit for mint tea.

Did you walk like that? I haven't yet.
Although all my life I dream about that ...