Rain.
A story in 100 words.
It’s the rain that can cleanse the things on us and in us.
Cars drive through the puddles as he dreams of the candlelit room framing her head, resting on his lap.
Just the rain, the ambience, and their touch.
From there, they embrace the darkness of the night.
It’s a place they know.
They own it.
It’s always been theirs.
They move and breathe as one.
The wetness in the dark cleanses as much as it satisfies.
Need it or not, they reset.
It’s in the rain, in the dark, they cleanse the things on and in them.