Colored Rain

Feels like colored rain
Tastes like colored rain
Bring down colored rain

There's always peace before the storm. The air is still and the leaves curl up, showing their undersides to the darkened sky. People run for shelter, for they can smell the rain on the wind. Shelter comes in many forms; beneath a leafy tree, in the house among friends and family, or alone in a diner.

He isn't alone for long.

Till she came along
There was nothing but an empty space

She disturbs the peace before the storm.

The door jingles and the wind pushes her in. Her hair is wet and sticks to her face. A black t-shirt reading 'I'm too sexy for this shirt' gives way to jeans and saturated sneakers that squeak on the tile floor.

And if you want my sunshine
You've got to accept my hail, rain, and snow

With a flash of blue eyes and a mouthful of meaningless words, she steals his heart once again.

He loses his mind.

He leans across the counter and captures her lips with his own.

He crosses the line between friends and more with one action.

Finally.

Don't you know it feels like colored rain

She kisses him back and relief washes over him.

I can feel those colored changes
Going through my mind

It isn't a special day. No angry words or declarations of love are shared. It is just time. It feels natural.

He will look back on this day with wonder. He will remember how she kissed him back. He will remember the look in her eyes as he led her up the stairs. He will remember the first time they made love. He will remember that feeling of closeness and safety.

He will tell anybody that will listen that she is his anchor in the storm of life.

She is his shelter.

Take that colored rain
Bring it down yeah

After all, the best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

Bring down colored rain

(A small ficlet for your enjoyment; fluff. This most likely will not be continued. Unless I get a whole load of reviews!)