And we move on - Clinging to each other

It was not new. The day, the time, the people around, the lights, the chill air and the rain. Nothing was new. But we move on. Finding the new heights of love, new depths of warmth, new surprises of the moments. 'I love rain' she tells often. And it rains often, when we are together. In the moon lit evening, the sky speaks to us, making the moon light just dim enough with the clouds, hiding the stars, making the wind smooth and cold, pouring the water to make the moment just lovelier and romantic. The black pitch roads are deserted just the water flows and we move clinging to each other. The whole world is ignored, the whole sense of being in the middle of the city is forgotten and we just move on. Clinging to each other. The drops running down the cheeks melt on the lips. She comes closer holding me tight, with her hands resting on the chest, with a almost silent whisper the words are delivered 'I love you'. With the deserving delicacy. Ecstatic I smile, live the moment and admire the precision. The precision of everything at that moment. And we move on. Clinging to each other.