Rain

It is raining today. I love the rain. I leave the book I am reading on the desk and walk out of the front door. I leave the door open, an invitation, an unanswered one.

I walk out into the summer storm and feel the rain on my face. My latest hairstyle, shoulder length and dark, is soon wet. I close my eyes and let the rain wash over me.

I have always loved the rain, when I was younger I used to sit in my room and wait for the rain. I love the way rain smells, the way rain makes the land all shiny.

The lightning flashes.

"1" I spin around. The ground is wet, the plants watered after along dry spell.

"2" It's hard to distinguish the tears and the rain that are both pouring down my face.

"3" The door closes in the wind. I heave a sigh.

"4" I feel a hand on my arm. It feels warm, just a figment of my imagination.

"5" A hand slips in mine. I am daydreaming again; the hand is warm and soft.

"6" And pulls me into a hug. Could this be real? I wish and hope with all my heart.

"7" But I don't want to open my eyes and you not to be there.

"8" I open my eyes when I feel your breath on my lips. Open them to see what my heart is longing for.

"9" You are standing there. Just standing, hair dripping with rain; a smile gracing your face. It makes my heart leap.

"10" And I'm in your arms. Your strong, warm and safe arms.

As the thunder crashes you kiss me. Is this acceptance that I love you? Is this what I hope it is? Does this mean you love me to? The kiss is wonderful, perfect. It's a kiss from you.

And as the rain pours down you answer my questions by kissing me again.

It's just you and me in the rain. Just you and I dancing in the rain; you and me, kissing as the rain pours down.