It is not so cold

That morning was specially cold. It was the morning after the first rain of may. Me and Caroline were out the night before, we went to a restaurant in downtown. She looked perfect and I could see her as beautiful as the first time we met. It was at her house, almost by accident.
The night before the rain we were happy. I could not stop looking at her eyes, they were blue or green or some color in between.
She laughed. Her smile enlighted the whole place.
Then we walked. The city at night has something special. The colors, buildings and people. Everything made that night perfect, and then unexpectedly the rain. We run to get a cab and finally at home went to sleep.
It was cold outside, but to wake up and see your face in the morning makes everything warmer, even the coldest morning of the year.