Rain
the wind blows past.. carrying with it bits of grass, soil, and memories. it's a warm wind, heavy with moisture - rain is imminent. you stand facing the wind, letting it play upon your face, as your smile brightens up the fading evening light, and your eyes shine, anticipating the night. i'm standing behind you, and you lean back, your head on my chest. the jasmine of your floral shampoo lingers in your hair. your alabaster neck stretches away, untouched, unblemished. no, wait, there's one darkish patch. i touch it, and you look up into my eyes with a playful smile, and mouth the word silently - "hickey!". i smile too, as a snapshot of that memory flashes past my eyes fleetingly.
it's nice under the tree, watching as the wind gains in strength and is gusting by now. big, fat raindrops start plopping on the grey road, making big black blotches. you reach out a slim, tapering arm, so that your upturned palm catches a drop. you giggle with glee, the honest laughter of a four-year old. the raindrops get bigger, and more frequent, and before you know it it's raining heavily! you pull at my hand, wanting to play in the rain, as i stand there, looking at you raptly. your every move seems gracious, choreographed, fluid in execution. now you're in the rain, jumping up and down as the raindrops hit you, throwing your hands in the air. i cannot help but watch as you dance to an unheard tune, feeling every beat in your pulse. another lightning bolt flashes, and lights up the area, and the drops on your skin sparkle like little diamonds as they catch the brilliant white light. i am jerked from my reverie as you spray me with water from your long, curling locks, beckoning me with an inviting forefinger and a 'come hither' look that turns my insides into mush.
completely soaked to the bone, but glowing with happiness we walk this road. you holding on to me tightly, our hearts beating as one. in the greying dusk, it's just you, me, and our world. sometimes no words are required. suddenly you stop, and with a small shout, you point - i peer into this jaded light wondering what has piqued your interest. you tug at my soaked sleeve, impatiently. finally i see it, a small clump of violets, shaded from the violence of the raindrops in the lee of a tree. the almost-mauve petals peek out from behind the dark brown of the tree stem. i pick up a pair, and hand them to you. your eyes positively glow with happiness. man, i would do anything to see your eyes light up like that for the rest of my life.
we sit under the tree, holding hands, fingers intertwined. the rain has stopped, and the damp humid heat is back. vapour trails rise from almost all wet surfaces. it's pitch dark now, and yet we sit there. the only sound is that of the crickets. from far, far away comes traffic noise, from the highway. your head rests on my shoulder, eyes closed, the two violets clutched gently in your hand, against your cheek. i raise a forefinger and trace the tip against your lips. you nip it gently with your front teeth, then grin, eyes still closed. and we sit there, at peace, one with nature. my shoulder is numb, but i don't move, not wanting to disturb this picture of tranquility, serenity, unconditional love.
it's nice under the tree, watching as the wind gains in strength and is gusting by now. big, fat raindrops start plopping on the grey road, making big black blotches. you reach out a slim, tapering arm, so that your upturned palm catches a drop. you giggle with glee, the honest laughter of a four-year old. the raindrops get bigger, and more frequent, and before you know it it's raining heavily! you pull at my hand, wanting to play in the rain, as i stand there, looking at you raptly. your every move seems gracious, choreographed, fluid in execution. now you're in the rain, jumping up and down as the raindrops hit you, throwing your hands in the air. i cannot help but watch as you dance to an unheard tune, feeling every beat in your pulse. another lightning bolt flashes, and lights up the area, and the drops on your skin sparkle like little diamonds as they catch the brilliant white light. i am jerked from my reverie as you spray me with water from your long, curling locks, beckoning me with an inviting forefinger and a 'come hither' look that turns my insides into mush.
completely soaked to the bone, but glowing with happiness we walk this road. you holding on to me tightly, our hearts beating as one. in the greying dusk, it's just you, me, and our world. sometimes no words are required. suddenly you stop, and with a small shout, you point - i peer into this jaded light wondering what has piqued your interest. you tug at my soaked sleeve, impatiently. finally i see it, a small clump of violets, shaded from the violence of the raindrops in the lee of a tree. the almost-mauve petals peek out from behind the dark brown of the tree stem. i pick up a pair, and hand them to you. your eyes positively glow with happiness. man, i would do anything to see your eyes light up like that for the rest of my life.
we sit under the tree, holding hands, fingers intertwined. the rain has stopped, and the damp humid heat is back. vapour trails rise from almost all wet surfaces. it's pitch dark now, and yet we sit there. the only sound is that of the crickets. from far, far away comes traffic noise, from the highway. your head rests on my shoulder, eyes closed, the two violets clutched gently in your hand, against your cheek. i raise a forefinger and trace the tip against your lips. you nip it gently with your front teeth, then grin, eyes still closed. and we sit there, at peace, one with nature. my shoulder is numb, but i don't move, not wanting to disturb this picture of tranquility, serenity, unconditional love.
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