I wished it was raining," he said."I don't need the rain," I said. "I need you.

It started to rain and we just sat. Sat and watched the rain in silence.

The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.

I looked out the window at the black clouds ahead of us. I opened the back window and smelled the rain. You could smell the rain in the desert even before a drop fell. I closed my eyes. I held my hand out and felt the first drop. It was like a kiss. The sky was kissing me. It was a nice thought. It was something Dante would have thought. I felt another drop and then another. A kiss. A kiss. And then another kiss.

The world did have too many words. The sound of the rain was all we needed.