And that moment.
The delicate yet pristine affinity.
Your arms around me, soft flow of words.
They flowed, some were heard, unheard, while some only felt, yes, more words.
We only sank inside each other even more devotedly, and the sanctity of our togetherness grew untarnished with each passing second.
I continued to hear the rain striking against the rooftops, pitter and patter.
It was indeed part of the jubilation then.
It had sung a song.
Of our togetherness.