We love it when rain falls outside our room

Trickle, trickle.
Raindrops fell like icicles.

Cuddle, cuddle.
You, me, and love in the middle

In times like these, nothing can possibly go wrong. Not even the harassing sound of those who asked for our future babies. No bills can bring us down. No cockroach in our bathroom to worry us, at least for now.

This moment is for us to savor, to embrace, and to cherish. A moment to sink in the meaning of us, said the wife to the husband. Hold me close, said the husband to the wife.

Trickle, trickle.
You and me, cuddle with love in the middle.