She was beautiful, standing there with the rain falling down on her. She swung her arms around and danced to some beat that I couldn't hear. But it was lovely. I watched her from the door way as she laughed loudly and ran about. The water ran down her curls and off her arms, while her pale dress clung to her, leaving little to imagine. I felt a tightening in my heart and in my groin at the sight. God, she looked perfect.
She beckoned to me with her nymph-like smile and her crooked finger. She wanted me to come play in the rain, but I wouldn't budge. No, the rain was a time for her to dance around and forget all the cares of the world. I could not trespass more than I was simply by watching her. Still… she was insistent.
"Severus!" she called to me from the garden swing. She rose high and squealed in delight. "Severus, come swing with me!"
I watched as the woman I had come to love closed her eyes and fell back to Earth. She planted her bare feet in the wet grass and turned the swing around and around. I watched as she let her feet lift up, and as she twirled faster and faster. Her hair fell to the ground and her arms grasped the ropes tightly. God, she looked wonderful.
After dizzying herself silly, she staggered behind the great oak tree that housed the swing. She peeked from behind it at me, no doubt seeing two of me. I laughed at the awe-filled expression on her lovely face. She stumbled forward, her pale hands outstretched towards me. "Come outside, my darling! Come dance with me!" I felt my resolve weakening. But how could it not? She was a goddess out there, dancing, laughing, playing. I couldn't help but want to join in her merriment.
I ran off the porch, desperate to get to my love. She shouted a happy cry and took off. I loved the chase that ensued. It made my lungs ache, and my soul feel light and young again. The rain was cleansing, really. But so was she. She, the woman who stole my heart and hid it away. She, the woman who carried my name and my child. She, the woman who saved me and loved me.
When I finally caught up, we danced and kissed in the rain, like young lovers. I held her close and whispered sweet words to her. She rested her head on my shoulder and told me how much she loved me.
She kissed me then, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding me tight. She kicked up her feet and jumped into my arms. I spun her around and we kissed and laughed and kissed, again. She pulled back, still in my arms. The raindrops running off her nose and her eyes lit with a deep fire. A fire that no rain could touch. Her dark ringlets cupped her face. She looked at me and smiled. God, she was beautiful.
A/N:
The whole time, I kept thinking, "Should I end this with her being dead and this being a vision or what?" I don't think I am really happy with how this turned out, but it good enough for a happy story. Could you picture it? I hope I got my message and image across. If not, hopefully the next fic will.
Yours in Eloquence