I was told she was actually plain looking, but to me she was the most amazingly beautiful woman I'd ever seen. An indian woman, as she proudly told me when we first met, she was perfectly tan, had thick black hair that waved ever so slightly on her shoulders, and her eyes where of warm honey. Her name was Dakshayani but never wanting to butcher it I asked if I could just call her "Dee" she always told me the same thing, "You're doing fine, my love, but if you wish."

My heart belonged to her.

Well, one night after only a week of knowing her, when the rain was pouring down in buckets, instead of its usual autumn drizzel, I'd walked her to her home. When I say walked, I don't actually mean I walked, we kind of half ran out from underneath the kazeebo by the beach down the street, me holding a rather old and tattered but usefull umbrella over her head. Nevertheless, we where both completly drenched by the time we arrived at her house.

We sat in eachothers arms for a moment, neither one of us wanting to call for the night to be over, but each knowing what would happen if I crossed that door frame. Both of us felt that we must know each other longer than a week before that happened. So we sat, waiting for the first to let go of the embrasse.

"Dee," I said breaking the silence, "Its cold out tonight." I could see her breath as she rattled around, freezing herself against my soaked shirt.

"So it is," She breathed, looking up into my eyes. Hers where sparkeling tonight, stars that could light the sky.

"Dee, can you trust me?" I asked, all that was on my mind was the kiss I'd yet to steal away from her.

"Are we really going to have this conversation now?" She laughed, a musical almost bird like sound, "On my pourch? In the rain?"

"No," I said almost breathlessly. Rain, cold, and sex be damned all I wanted to do was kiss her.

And so I kissed her.

My mind seem to melt away in the warmth of the kiss, however brief it was. I pulled away to find her shocked, almost paralized, her hand to her chin and bottom lip. I stepped back looking down to the wooden panneling of her pourch, "Sorry, Dee, I know it was an unromantic first kiss for us but-"

"First kiss for us? No one has ever kissed me like that," she told me, "and as for 'unromantic' I believe it was the perfect end to this evening." She was smiling at me when I looked up again, and with that we where back in each others arms. Warmed by the heat of another kiss.

After what seemed like an eternity that had ended to soon she finally moved away, "I should probably go. I have work in the morning."

I watched her as she stepped in through the open door, she looking out the frame as we said our goodnights. After she'd shut the door, I had opened my umbrella again and set off down the wooden steps. I hadn't even made it to the end of the second step when the door was flung wide open and I heard her call my name.

I turned just intime to catch her as she jumped to me. But I wasn't all that prepared and I'd lost my balance, and my umbrella. We landed, me on my back and her ontop of me, on the rain soaked ground her clothes soaking more of the rain than mine had this whole night. Now it was her turn she told me before she kissed me, passionately, of course.

I don't remeber walking home that night. I don't remember taking a shower or changing my clothes or prepairing for bed. My mind was still on the perfect night with the perfect woman and the perfect kiss.