I danced in the heavy blankets of rain. It was night; well at least I thought it was. He beckoned me to join him on the diamond soaked grass. He was splayed across the blades, limbs bent in strange, but known angles. I could imagine they looked like something a restless sleeper would through when in a nightmare. He beckoned again. I shook my head, water falling in layered cascades, illuminated by the glow.
"Not now." I called and smiled daftly as I slipped on the silky green. As I fell star jasmine and cherry blossom swamped my nose. And as my body hit the ground I thought these must be the aromatic scents of magic. Of course the sentence itself made no sense and still doesn't. But I was satisfied with the explanation my simple mind had given me for something beyond my reach and incomprehensible.
I touched the ground with impossible grace and everything slowed momentarily as mud and grass were flung from the explosion of body linking to earth. A laugh escaped his mouth and mingled with the swirls of dreaming. Moonshine beams feel across my tousled shoulder length hair as more droplets soaked areas that were before inaccessible.
I looked up to the cosmics and all that made up of what we knew. It was amazing I realized as laughter took on shades of colours and all the scents of trees turned misty pink before my dazzled eyes. I hummed softly under whisking-by grey clouds. Although I did not know a tune the swirls of colours made music and my voice simply played them. I heard him sigh, his breath breezes of cloudless skys and sparking stars. His deep notes joined mine and I knew then that he saw the colours of scent and the shades of laughter. I bathed in thoughts of the fact that he could see exactly what I could. We all saw things differently, but now he shared my sight and I hoped it would be as captivating for him as it was for me.
I opened my eyes as wide as they could go then closed them and imagined I was falling. He fell with me and his bendy fingers swirled over my warm wrist. I opened my eyes and shuddered as scents flooded my senses again. It was then I realized there were no butterflies at night and as he giggled I knew he once again shared my revelation.
The rain came again and his sight switched to his own eyes as sky drops speckled all over him. I rolled from side to side trying to gather the whole night into my head, although by now I knew that was impossible. My head was already full of him.