My boyfriend and I have been dating for a while now, and it seems that every time it rains, we come together and sit on the front porch. The smell of wet pavement drifts in through the open screen door, mixing with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee in our mugs.

We've been dating for about five years now and today was a day like no other - a rainy day! I immediately noticed the few raindrops that turned into heavy rain quickly and made coffee for the both of us, rushing out to the front porch, where Knox swiftly followed. The wooden planks of the porch creak softly under our feet as we settle onto the old wicker chairs, the familiar sound comforting in its regularity.

Knox remembered how this tradition came to be, from our very first date. It was a cloudy day in the park; he hadn't checked the weather beforehand and thought little of it. While we were walking around, we felt a few droplets. I didn't seem to notice at first, too caught up in the sound of his laughter, and Knox would've brushed it off if it didn't suddenly start to downpour onto us. He'd cursed himself silently - it was April, rain season, he should've checked the weather - but his thoughts were immediately interrupted by the sound of my laughter. It seemed I loved the rain, and so did he. From that day, we've been in love.

He places a gentle kiss on my cheek, his lips warm against my skin despite the cool air. "Another rainy day," he says softly, his voice carrying that subtle playful tone I've come to adore. He stares at me for a second, those almost-white blue eyes lost in my gaze. "You're just as beautiful as I remember."