I sit at the bus stop. Its an October gray rainy late afternoon. As I sit on the bench I hear the ping ping of the rain pelting the roof of the little shack. I love the sound. Whenever I hear the rainfall, I think of you.
I lift my arm up and extended it past the dry border line. The rain taps my hand. It\'s so cool and wet. I step out fully from under the eaves and the rain pelts my face. I feel my hair get damp. I raise my face to the gray sky and let it run all over me. I feel it run down my neck. Across my lips. It distorts my vision as it coats my glasses and I see the water run in streaks.
I look forward again, and there you are.
You are soaking wet, but you smile, so happy to see me. You extend your hand, I see the rain roll down your skin and fall to the ground. You whisper,
come dance with me, please....
I reach out and take your hand. It\'s cold at first, but it warms up at my touch.
The rain soaks me.
We both wet to the touch.
You pull me close.
Our bodies touch.
I feel your heartbeat and our heaving chests are synced.
I lose myself in you eyes.
Your beautiful face shuts out the world.
We dance.
We embrace.
We sway.
You hug me, we are cheek to cheek. You pull away.
Our breath mingles.
Our eyes lock.
You pull me close.
Our lips touch.
First cold and wet.
Then warm and moist.
Softly we kiss. So warm. So gentle. And the world freezes.
Time stops.
Our little bubble keeps it all at bay.
My eyes open. You are gone. I look around. My head spins. Nowhere. It was only a vision. Oh but what a beautiful vision it was. I close my eyes and fight back tears. It was so real. I sit down on the curb, falling back on wet ground. I pull my jacket collar up. My head low. The rain caresses me.
Whenever i hear the rainfall, I think of you.