A sudden rain shower sends two people running home, soaked and laughing. Once inside, the poem slows down and settles into a quiet, intimate evening. The speaker tells us the windows are open, and compares this to open souls, as if the storm has loosened something in them. The smell of wet earth, which the poem calls "petricore," drifts through the bedroom and fills the space.
As the light fades, a cool summer breeze pushes the pair closer, and they hold each other tight. The speaker listens to raindrops on the glass and likens them to warm tears on their face. It's an interesting image, since the tears suggest release rather than sadness. The final lines are simple: the speaker feels cosy and falls asleep happily.
The mood is calm, tender and sensory. Scent, sound, touch and fading light all work together to create a feeling of safety, closeness and contentment after a sudden burst of weather.