How strange, usually I'd be gloomy at a dark rainy day like today
Why am I not the way I'm supposed to be?
I open my umbrella and leave the house, walk through the same streets I walk through every morning
The difference between this rainy morning and other rainy mornings is that I'm happy
Ironic, I'm happy, exstatic inside, when it's a very sad day.

There she is! She completes me, but doesn't know it. I don't know for sure, but I think I complete her as well. It looks like she wasn't prepared for the rain.
No umbrella, she's just running through the rain.
Before I knew it, I was running to her, shouting out her name.
Thank you, she said, when she sheltered herself in my umbrella
Such sweet words said by a sweet voice.

It felt good, walking alongside her, talking about everyday stuff.
Next minute, she tripped and fell in a puddle, lucky it was Saturday.
I helped her up. She stood smiling at me, and I laughed at her muddy face.
Suddenly, she was laughing as well. We were both laughing, as if we were both drunk with rainwater.
Split second later, I fell in the puddle, SHE PUSHED ME! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!?

But I didn't mind, I was laughing at myself, then she helped me up, laughing at me too.
Her hand was warm, and a sweet kiss on my cheek.
"We're friends" she said, looking away to hide her blush.
It wouldn't be a funny ending if there wasn't a car to splash water at us in its rush, but unfortunately, there was.

I came home drenched after my stroll.
How strange, I'm supposed to be pissed.
Hehehe...