They made love on a rainy night.
His hands pressed against her skin, just as the rain pressed against the dusted Earth.
Vigorously and passionately, it rained love.
They cohered to each other, like one.
They burnt, on such icy night.
And her moaning got drowned in the noise of rustling leaves and rumbling thunders.
But they didn’t stop.
Neither did the rain.
-Aniket