A long golden-haired girl was standing by her window, gazing up at the skyline. She watched as the sky turned dark and clouds began to form blocky shapes in the distance. A flash of lightning darted across the sky, with thunder following close behind. The gloomy evening sky had clouds dancing to the tune of the wind, and it began to cry its heart out, scattering teardrops on the earth.

"Jiyeon, come here and help me to prepare our dinner!" she heard her mother shout from the kitchen, but she didn't respond. Instead, she took a deep breath, and it brought the smell of fresh falling rain to her nostrils. She loved that smell. It was calming, soothing, especially with the cooling breeze.

Jiyeon closed her eyes, listening to the steady beat of the rain as it continued to fall on the ground. She had always loved the sound of rain. She loved the gentle pitter–patter of the liquid as it made ferocious contact with the ground. It was natural music and had a mysterious way of refreshing and soothing one's soul. Every time the rain fell, she felt like a child. She wanted to play in the rain: to get drenched in the rain and to feel the rain all over her body.

Smiling faintly, she jumped out of her window, the rain rolling off of her in sheets sending a shiver through her body. Stretching out her hands in the air, she raised her face to the sky and wiggled her toes in the water. Opening , she let the sweet rain land on her dry lips and parched tongue, trying to wash away her pain–the pain of longing for someone. The girl thought that the rain was the most wonderful creations of nature. Just standing in the rain, it would ease away her tensions and bring new hopes and aspirations.

She started to dance to the rhythms of nature's chorus: wind blowing, leaves rustling and falling rain. Her bare feet splashed in puddles as she carried by the wind into each step–spinning as if she were as light as a feather. She moved with such rhythm. Her dance was graceful and gentle yet sure and strong at the same time. The trees and grasses around her were fascinated, seeing her dance as they swayed in the wind just like her movement. Jiyeon's beautiful, thin lips trembled slightly as she began humming her heart out:

There's happiness that I feel,
Because rain is here.
It washes away the sadness inside me,
And makes me feel fresh.

I just love it when raindrops fall over my face.
I feel as if it takes me to a magical place,
Where the soul has wings like a dove
And flies off to heaven.
Rain is the water that falls from heaven.

"Dancing in the rain? Singing in the rain?" she stopped mid-spin as she heard a familiar voice. She turned and her eyes almost jumped out of their sockets as she saw him standing in front of the gate of her house, holding a black umbrella.

The guy gulped as he looked at her from head to toe. Her white shirt was glued against her body. He could see her bra and her s like she was . A lightning hit behind her and the light made her wet hair bright gold for a moment. The light showed her slim figure, her long legs. Her already tight jeans were like a second skin to her. He dropped his umbrella to the ground, letting the rain wash over his head, trying to clear his dirty mind.

"Kim Myungsoo, why did you come here?" Jiyeon asked icily; her gaze was as cold as cold rain but he liked because it made him feel cozy. He was her boyfriend, who chose to leave her and go to study abroad.

They had known each other since they were twelve, and they started dating when they were in their second year of high school. Deep inside her heart she felt happy that he finally came back, and she had a great urge to jump into his arms, hugging him tightly, but she was still distempered and furious at his action.

"I came here to find my angel." He walked slowly towards her, his short black hair waving slightly in the breeze. His black cotton shirt hung open down to his chest, the light fabric clinging tightly to the muscles of his stomach.

"Who is your angel?" Jiyeon snorted.

Myungsoo knew why she acted cold towards him – it was because he did not say good-bye to her when he went on to study abroad. At that time, he was sure he would not be able to say a word, so he just wrote a small note.

"Oh, my angel is you, Park Jiyeon. It has been three years since we met. Do you not miss me?" Myungsoo simpered. "I missed you so much." He pulled her into his arms.

"No, I don't miss you at all," Jiyeon lied as she placed her hands against his chest, attempting to push him away. In fact, not a day went by without him on her mind. Her heart ached within from missing him. Her lips longed for the feel of his kiss. She missed his voice. She missed his smile. She missed his everything; his love warmed her like the morning sunshine.

"My angel, you know even though we were miles apart. You were never far from my heart. I loved you then; I love you now. I'll love you forever, and I'll love you for always." He tightened his arm around her waist and pulled her back against his chest. "I know that you missed me the way I missed you. Will you marry me?"

She fell silent upon hearing his last sentence, and her lips slowly curled up into a big smile as she remembered when he expressed his feelings to her in the pouring rain. Now he proposed marriage in the pouring rain; it made Jiyeon love the rain even more.

Myungsoo released her from his embrace and looked deeply into her eyes; her lovely hazel eyes glittered like liquid velvet, and it just made him want to get lost in them. "Jiyeon, my heart and soul are yours. I love you so much; I've never felt this way about anyone. It's only you girl; I want you to be my wife," he said, his voice quivering. "I'm so sorry for leaving you. I studied abroad for a better future–our future, so will you forgive me ? Will you marry me?"

His tears mixed with the raindrops as they ran down his cheek. He hoped she would accept his proposal. The sincerity of his words pulled her heartstrings and made her shiver.

"I will, Myungsoo," she whispered, pressing her lips to his in a kiss full of unspoken love. Her heart was beating so much louder than the thunder high above; she was sure he could hear it.

Yes! I got lucky in the rain. He felt love running through his brain as he kissed back, leaning his body in closer, just to feel her warmth. As their sensual lips lashed together full of lust, the flash of lightning danced across the sky followed by a loud clap of thunder. It seemed like they were jealous of their intimacy.

Jiyeon felt as if there was nothing left now in her world but the soft dance of his touch and the sweet taste of rain. Myungsoo felt as though the two of them were one: one body, one mind, one spirit, and he guessed the gray clouds noticed them as lovers. They broke apart after a long passionate kiss, trying to catch their breath.

"My angel, do you want to dance with me?" Myungsoo's brown eyes twinkled.

Jiyeon gave him an enthusiastic nod. Grinning, he placed one hand at her waist and the other interlocked with hers. She placed her palm on his shoulder gently, and they began dancing, two quick steps and then two slow ones. With ease he maneuvered her into a turn and back into his arms. They smiled as they looked passionately into each other's eyes.

"Jiyeon, let's do that." He smirked as his eyes roamed over her from head to toe, leisurely, thoroughly.

She looked down at herself and realized that her wet clothes were nearly translucent. She quickly folded her arms over her chest, covering her s. "ert!" Jiyeon countered. "We're not married yet."

Myungsoo gave her a big cheeky smile. "You're so damn hot I can't help myself!" He threw his arms around her and lifted her up. Jiyeon squealed in pleased surprise, tightening her arms around his neck as he spun her around in the pouring rain. When they stopped spinning, Myungsoo kissed her, a sweet, slow kiss which made her eyes slide shut. She leaned against him as he gently lowered her feet to the ground. His tongue slipped between her lips and explored the sweet inside of . He could feel her heartbeat, and it seemed perfectly in sync with his, the rhythm of them matching the swirling of their tongues.

"Myungsoo, when did you come back home?" Jiyeon breathed against his lips, running her fingers through his wet hair.

He broke the kiss. "A few hours ago," he answered. "I took a rest for a while before visiting you, my angel." He pinched her nose softly, making her laugh.

They laughed to their heart's content. Myungsoo then took both of her hands and twirled her around. Jiyeon wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing their bodies together. They swayed back and forth gently, letting the raindrops pour down on the seeds of love that had planted in their heart. They hoped that these seeds of love would grow bigger and bigger in their heart and their soul.

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