Something that's worth sitting up in bed for, something that's worth standing in the balcony for. The raindrops running down the window panes, making them so misty that nothing outside matters. We, wrapped in our blankets and sharing a cup of steaming hot chocolate while the rain continues to pour. Watching the orchestra of raindrops as each drop hums its own note, finding its place in the tune, beating its rhythm on the window pane in invitation. Free to do silly things; we lean out of the window, gaze upon the midnight stars and be comforted by the heavy sound of rain.

This is, my kind of rain, with you.