Imagine standing in the rain, arms spread.
Face up, letting the raindrops kiss it, wash it.
You're warm, cause you walked to get here,
And the rain is cold in a pleasant sort of way on your
skin.
A soft chuckle at your side: she's standing there beside
you,
Waterdrops cling to her eyelashes, and when she sees you're
looking
She's smiling at you. You hold hands in the rain.
Later, when the cold is starting to get in your bones,
You cuddle under a tree. Both wet, shivering a little,
But it's such a nice music: her breath and the rainfall.
And it's such a nice thing: her arms around you in the
cold.
You wish the rain will go on forever.

Imagine lying in the grass, inhaling the crisp air
The wind is cold, freezing, in this clear-skied day,
But the sun is hot on your face, and she,
She's warm on your chest. Her fingers- cold on your neck,
In a pleasant sort of way. She's singing to herself,
And to you. Her other hand goes trailing up under your
shirt.

Imagin the storm howling and beating on the outside walls.
You are spread on the sofa in front of the hearth,
Where small flames are licking blackened embers.
She's in your arms, asleep, her hair shines softly
In the changing, flickering, light.
She's smiling in her sleep, so you smile as well.
In the background, quiet songs you both like are playing.
You drift into a world of not-quite-sleeping,
And your hand keeps stroking her hair, tracing her jaw,
tracking her smile.

You wish this winter will never end.