Caught in a sudden downpour, they ran under a large tree for shelter. Rain splashed around them. Leila pulled Amina close, brushing wet hair from her face.
"I could get used to this," Amina whispered.
"Me too," Leila said, pressing her forehead to Amina's. The rain masked the soft giggles and whispers that followed. Their kiss was warm, urgent, and full of laughter.