Rain At First Light
The first night we were together we woke to the sound of thunder and lightning. We hadn't slept much and I didn't want to roll over and look, but he was so excited and had this cute way of pestering until you agreed. We were on the top floor of a hotel with a series of large windows that wrapped around the room and we lay there scooped together watching as the clouds rolled across the sky from window to window.
It is one of those experiences you can see and feel it as if it were yesterday. Forked bolts of lightning lit up the early morning sky and continuous roars of thunder shook the air as mother nature put on a show just for us. But instead of feeling uneasy, a strange calmness overtook the room, and us, it was like watching a movie without the sound, thunderstorms are beautiful that way, and what should have been an awkward situation, was surprisingly comfortable and safe, and that feeling never left, it was there everytime we kissed, or touched, or lay in each others arms. It was the perfect moment, as if nothing else could possibly have occurred......and ever since we have had a thing about the rain.
It didn't matter what time it was, day or night, if it rained we wanted to be together, and if we could climb into bed and hold each other. If I heard rain in the night I would get up before dawn, drive to his house and slip in next to him where he would be waiting, with no need for words. If we weren't together we knew we were thinking about and longing for each other, one of us would call and all we would say was "it's raining" and the other "I know."
The exchange of energy between us and the storm that morning was real and undeniable, as pure a moment as we get here on earth, and it altered us in ways we couldn't explain or fully understand, just as all our experiences and choices do. We were just fortunate to be aware of the moment, and even more so to be able to recreate it. I don't know if we held on to it, or it held onto us, but even now, as painful as it is, when it starts to rain I feel it wash over me.
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