It’s raining in Brazil, and you say,
"I love rainy nights.
I wish you were here to cuddle with me.
Well ‘cuddle’ isn’t really the word I want to use,
but English doesn’t allow for the proper expression.”
And then you tell me,
"It doesn’t matter, though, I just wish
you were here so we could listen to the rain together.”
So I’m here now, ready to listen.
But it isn’t raining anymore.