Every time I hear the pitter-patter of rain, it takes me back to the more blissful of moments:
You and I walking down the winding road that hugs the small lake. The conversation that was about everything and anything. The nervousness that somehow kept us tethered to each other, but pushed us away from one another. The smile that filled my face. Your laugh that sent my heart aflutter. For once in my life everything seemed perfect.
We got to that park on the corner, you know, the one that looks like a jungle, and we both kept kicking up dust as we kept talking. I felt so awkward, like my appearance was nothing but ugly, but you complimented my short hair and my ears turned red - thank goodness for my hair covering them. This was the first time I felt someone try for my affections and I felt powerful and wonderful; was this what it is like to be human?
You kept your eye on the sky and when the first few drops hit us, we headed back to my home. We laughed at being caught in this sprinkle, only for it to really start pouring.
The rain was cold and it weighed our clothes down, and even though I was tired, I couldn't stop smiling and laughing. Your presence was enough to take this rain in as something joyful.
Getting back to my house seemed to come so fast that my heart fell when were in front of it. You gave me a hug and when I went inside, I watched as you walked away. The rain had let up by then and standing in my soaked clothes I watched you turn the corner and disappear into the distance.
I smelled the air through the screen door and the smell and light sound of rain remained a memory that brought me joy each time I thought of it.
