13&18 and everything in between

Rain, the giver of life and death

I don't know how to start.

Can rain wash away sorrow?

For a moment I thought it could, lying pressed against the window Dad speaks strong but pained tones

"Yes, it's worth it. Yes you'll live, sometimes you just need a nudge."

So I bobbed my head up and down

Outside the storm mimicked my eyes and I ran to join the raindrops and lightning

Spinning, soaking wet and thinking, a new beginning, a new hope

But even after drenched and dried

Hours later the storm clouds gathered dense inside me

And I didn't acknowledge it

Reborn

the grime is temporarily invisible and flushed away

a faint cigarette glow burned out on wet cobblestone

empty

only us to witness the growling clouds and cleansing water

a hum of patter- lovely

no place the rain hasn't found

our clothes are clumps of sopping fabric

an alley

a dumpster

a brick wall

I don't care as long as he spins me between the wall and him

I dart under his arm before he can lean in- laughter

nothing is ever easy with me

our hands are laced on one end, on the other he trails his fingers along my neck, jaw,.. Lips

a kiss light then eager

my back against the wall-- I don't move this time

his hand on my lower hip

my consciousness is elsewhere

I hook my fingers in his belt loops and pull him closer

dreamlike fuzziness

skin peeking above waistband- taunt with muscle and wet with rain

I never want to leave this other world

his hair is tousled and pressed with water

we stand blocking the gutter's flow- we don't move

our shoes are flooding

my worries are as far away as the sun -which shows no sign of reappearing

The evenings in the summer thunderstorm,

clothes plastered to our frames testing each others willpower

sheets of water pouring - everyone inside but us

I have never felt so alive.