The rain


The storm blew up while we were a mile from home. As luck would have it, neither of us checked the forecast. The rain never lasts long, but today it did, driving everyone inside. We were alone on the sidewalk, running now. We laughed because it happened so fast. We were soaked within seconds. Glad I didn't bring my phone. Our happy, little walk turned into a fiasco, but we didn't seem to mind. 

When my key hit the lock, I exhaled a sigh of relief. We stripped to our underwear there in the hallway, and you took a shower first. I wondered what was taking so long, but soon you were out and laying on the bed, a towel wrapped around your hair and a soft robe around your still shivering body. I showered quickly and joined you, throwing a fuzzy blanket over us. We laughed at the stupidity of running in the rain when we were already wet, then taking showers after, as if that fixed anything. We were still chilled, and you took off your robe and pressed yourself against me — not as an invitation — but to warm yourself. Goosebumps rose on your arms and raced up your neck. I held you close, your teeth no longer chattering, your eyes closed. I closed mine too. 

We drifted in and out of a dream state, the rain now pounding furiously outside. It tapped the windows and rumbled on the roof. Warmth enveloping our bodies and the roar of the storm made us feel this was the only place in the world we wanted to be. You asked if I planned all of this to see you naked and I said, "Yes, of course. I know the weatherman," which caused you to release a ridiculous giggle. But, no, dear, I couldn't have planned this perfect moment. It was two souls caught in the rain, and God saw fit to bring a storm to send them into each other's arms. 

Thank you for reading. And God bless.

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