"Rhonnie, I'm not sure if I ever told ya...
but I love rain...it's sound and scent."

"How 'bout me?"

"Well...you're sort of who I meant."

"Ya like how I sound?"

"When ya say sweet stuff ta me."

"Ya like how I smell?"

"When ya smell like the flowers ya bring me."

"So...the pleasure is not mine...it's yours??"

"Rhonnie when your sweet heart rains it pours."

"What about a kiss, Stormy?"

"Not until my boots turn red, Rhonnie."