I’ve kissed in the rain. Full on sopping wet, pouring rain.
While in a tree. A dark, wet, and leafy, excellent climbing tree.
We were high up above the ground, soaking wet, and there was bark under our fingers and our hair was dripping in our faces, and he climbed up to a branch above me and leaned over very close.

Yes, it was romantic, amazingly so even, but the funny thing is, the perfect kiss in the rain can mean very little at all if there is a weak emotional bond between you, or if you don’t care for the person as much as you used to love someone else.