Rain

How can I not fall in love with the rain? 
Facing the stormy clouds,
falling from the sky,
embracing the earth's dirt and dust and
exhaling a pleasant petrichor.
How can I not fall in love with the rain when the rain reminds me of that face fading away under a streetlight, holding me tight to his skin, imprinting a scent onto my body, kissing my soul and letting me breathe. 
How can I not fall in love with the rain?