The trees bent slightly in the warm breeze, leaves lush and glistening. I sat on the swing. My husband adjusted his glasses. He pushed me. He pushed me higher and higher. I closed my eyes against the bright sun, and then the sky darkened. A summer shower pounded on us, soaking our clothes. My husband grabbed my hand. We ran for shelter, smelling the rain. He took off his glasses and tried to dry them with his wet shirt. Giving up, he laughed. I laughed, and he kissed me.