I stood under the street lamps for as long as I could remember, with no greater reason to leave, I just waited.
Then with me ignoring the signs of the gathered clouds, came the drops steady and soft, from the dark clouds. Just a drop of crystal clear water on my fragile skin, I smiled to myself. If the rain is one drop it is a million's cascading from the sky.
Then she appeared from the corner, I could easily tell it was her. Her curve of softness. With the muscle of a footballer and the blessed fat of a baby, she was the most astonishing girl I have ever met... easy to talk to and fun to be around.
She got closer,
Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her pain was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep pool of restless gold, an ocean of hopeless grief . As I look into her eyes I knew, without even explanation, all the beauty of the universe could not hope to compete with this common complex problem; a broken heart .
He did again , broke her heart for the gazillion time. But why did she always have to go back to Him. She knew I love her, but she always said I am her best friend. And all that time I still believe someday she will see me as I see her, but before then, let me be that shoulder to cry on.
I pulled out the umbrella I was holding on my hand all that time, maybe it was the right time to really provide that shelter. Under the umbrella it sounded like we had sheltered in the bird watching hut, not slow , but steady and sure, just like a heartbeat rhythm but a bit faster. And all seemed just so magical.
She leaned her head down a bit, wiped her tears and then looked at me again in the eye, but this time she looked at me a bit differently. I just can't explain how though. Then she slightly tilted her head and moved closer, was she... I don't wanna go for it and then get turned down.
But I couldn't hold it any longer...
Without thinking, my hand stuck her silky soft black hair behind her ear. I dropped my umbrella and without consent both our eyes shut slowly. She kissed the rain droplets from my lips and I felt her lips smile against mine. I slightly and softly kissed her just over the collarbone. I nibbled at her ear and she sank into my arms heavily, I was so careful not to be carried away so I rested my arms tactically on her waist, and she raised hers across my shoulder. From there everything was just so magical till she stopped and lay her head on my chest and said softly, "I now know I love you."
I smiled softly and then turned to watch my umbrella being carried away by the wind, the night could never get more magical.
There is something so heavenly about a kiss in the rain, a tender moment that just wont wait. It is that burst of love that is expressed, not caring if the water soaks through to chill the skin. It is a connection that shows the strength of the feeling, the mutual need. It is a rebellion against the element. Nature can bring the rain but our inner sunshine comes through just the same.
And we stood there together , soaking wet from the beautiful rain. And beautiful it was.
And it was just the start of a long journey.
@uthor: Swinnertone Abiri
Some descriptions have been offered by the great ANGELA ABRAHAM
