a good rain
2002-10-19 ~ 1:23 a.m.

clorox...my shirt is different colors now. doesn't matter...i started walking today. nevermind the rain...

no...let me think about the rain...

you see, there was a time...one time.

rose filtered moonshine falling.

faces lifted to the sky.

we were standing in a front yard, she and i. taking pleasure in the feel of the rain. we danced, turning in slow circles, pressed close.

we held hands standing still, and looked up. the rain was almost cold, running down my face...a single drop landed on my lip, suspended. my bottom lip quivered from the cold, the day's tension. she caught the side of my face with a hand and pulled me to her. her mouth tasted like the rain. i was more vulnerable at that moment than i would be again for many years.

many hours later, still sipping the moonshine, we were once again outside. there had been a moment of sudden tension and some escape was called for. it was raining harder, much harder and i walked out in to it with my arms spread. i turned in slow circles, getting drenched. she was on the porch, logically explaining all the reasons why i should not be in the rain again. there was a look in her eyes, the way she was standing there so cocky. things had already been decided for her. through the day's passage of time and conversation, it was over. there was a moment then, seeing her.

i reached her in a matter of steps, pushing her against the wall quickly, her mouth on mine with matched ferocity.

that night we slept in our clothes, on a borrowed couch. the windows were open, the dampness of our clothes cool on warm skin. there was careful positioning and awkward turning. pillows were given thanks for. the rain fell all night as we laid there, holding the last moments of it all.

that was so many years ago...

i had forgotten i ever had a good rain.

*turning up ani and going back to the bleach*

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