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Storms used to scare me all the time. Everything about them made me uneasy. Whether it was the blinding lightning or the booming thunder that followed, or maybe it was the depression caused from lack of sunlight. Whatever it was, I hated them.
Collins always said that there was nothing to be afraid of. He'd tell me some kind of science behind the thunder. Something about charged water particles needing to be discharged to the ground… Whatever it was, it made me feel better. It made it less scary some how. The way he'd get all studious on me and put on that weird "snooty professor" accent made the situation so funny. Besides, he's so cute when he's pretending to be so serious. It's so different from how he teaches his classes.
When the power would go out, he'd just light candles all around the apartment just like her did for the special romantic nights he plans for me. The best part was how he would hold me tight in his strong, protective arms. Every time the thunder would clap, I'd jump a little and he'd just hold me tighter, making sure I felt protected. It worked. I don't think I've ever felt safer than in those loving embraces. He protected me from danger.
Now my memories of the rainstorms are those of romance, fun, and laughter; not the fright and annoyance that were once there. My most fond memory of the rain is when we were walking around the city one April afternoon, when it started to pour! I was so worried about my make-up and outfit getting ruined; I didn't notice him pull me into an alley and under a small awning. He wiped away my running make-up and told me I was beautiful. He proved it by kissing me with so much passion and desire. Lightning flashed and thunder clapped, mimicking the feeling I had as he kissed me. It was like something out of a movie. I will treasure that moment forever.
Now, I am gone. I will never to feel the rain on my skin again. I watch Collins from where I am now. After my death, it was like he was stuck under a permanent thunder cloud of sadness. I think Mimi's almost-death helped him recover since he knows I'm okay. I'm waiting for him. I know I won't have to wait long, but I will wait. As much as I want him to continue living, I can't wait for him to come to me and teach me how to feel the rain again.