raining
June 15th, 2002It's raining.
That means everything.
It's raining hard.
That means even more.
Again the rain taps out her name on the concrete, etching it in stone before my eyes.
The rain approves. It brings its blessing. The thunder announces the future as the lightning lights the way. And, as always, the rain cleans up the past and clears the way for the future.
I can feel her breathing now; her chest rising and falling with mine. I can feel her head under my chin, one arm around my waist, and her hand on my thigh. I can feel her breath on my neck and I can smell her hair as the top of her head brushes my lips.
And the rain approves.
It washes the stains from my chest and readys me for this future with the woman by my side.
She brushes us both with her misty touch and, with a clap of thunder, it waves goodbye and sores back into the clouds.
The incredible woman laying against my side exhales deeply to say that she understands.
