Loving Rain

I look out the window into the midnight sky as the gentle lukewarm breeze carries the clouds together. The weight is building, I can feel the tension and pressure compounding upon my flesh as I open the door-sized window. The scent of rain, the electricity coursing through the night's air, tell-tale signs of a marvelous rain to come. Oh, and do let it come unto this land. Let that rain wash away the sorrows of humanity that they allow unto themselves, and let that pool of sorrow drain away from this world.1

It finally cracks, the first culmination of electricity, racing towards Earth in a bolt of joy and fire and laughter. Then as the thunder's chuckle joins its brother in chorus the rain begins to fall upon the parched land. Flowers open, grass stands at attention, and the smaller plants reach their tendrils high as they can for the blessed rain, their elixir of life.2

I shut out my light and return to my bed, reading the lover's tale I have found for this night. The raindrops make shadows upon my wall and upon the text I try to engross myself within. How majestic, the shadows dancing slowly to the light of lightning and the slow sinking pattern under their own weight. Another bout of thunder's laughter to accompany the lightning, a smile takes me.3

The wind dances through my open window, waltzing with my curtains as it caresses me, tempting me. It begs me to come out and join the ball, come out and join the masquerade of serenity from chaos. I long to, but shall not, falling in to such temptation is hazardous. For whatever love I may hold for Rain and his ball, I must stay outside of it, for the trouble freedom brings within human society.4

Oh Wind, let me be for now, till when I might join you more appropriately. Oh Thunder, cease thine call for I might not answer. Oh Rain, end thy dance before my eyes so that I might not wish to join it.5

The door opens suddenly, even so much as to draw a jump from me. Boots gently tap across the floor as they make their way to my room. My heart leaps forth at the time coming for I have been waiting. My darling embraces me tightly, swearing ever eternal love as always in his silence.6

A smile curves his lips so slightly upward, curving me too in my curiosity. His hand in mine, pulling me toward the door. Fine dear Rain, your last herald has broken my will. I allow myself out the door and in a run after my darling.7

The grass whips at my legs transferring their holdings of rain onto me as I follow my love through them. The rain only washes off the leather of my pants however, like tears they fall away from me. But tears of joy they are, at least as they roll down my face.8

Then he disappears, he fell into the grass' embrace, and now where he fell he is not here. The hands of ice lie upon my bare shoulders, I stifle a scream of shock. Only him, snuck up behind me. I playfully punch his arm in retaliation, and his harmonious laughter is music to my ears.9

Drawn sharply, my lips press to his in the second embrace. It amuses me as the rain slips between our lips when they open enough during their changing phases. As the kiss breaks at long length, we both laugh as we swallow mouthfuls of the ever-playful rain.10

It inspires us on as we tumble into the grass, a playful tackle leading only into another heated kiss. Losing all of our human inhibitions the rain has loosed us, romantic creatures, from our earthly chains to roam free if only for a short time.11

The game ends for a brief moment as he pins me 'neathe him. Eyes of black pearl gaze into my own, and he speaks to me, though with no words. His heart calls out to mine through our eyes, a lover's tale is told in just that exchange. 12

This time we slowly inch toward one more kiss, then only lie in one-another's arms. Blessed be oh Rain, we have enjoyed your freedom immensely.13

So then it parts so slowly yet suddenly. The rain slows and the clouds break, and the moonlight shine upon our soaked flesh. He looks so good to me now, and I likely to him. For we are shown now as purely hat we are, beings lost in love; with no way, and no desire, to get out.14