Rain Storm

I stood on the back porch watching the rain fall.
"You're getting wet," he whispered in my ear.
"When was the last time you played in the rain?" I asked him. He laughed at me.
"Come inside before you catch a cold."
"No. Let's play in the rain."

I leaned in through the sliding door, "Who wants to play in the rain with me?" I called out to the group of people gathered in the living room. A few of the girls, ran outside with me. The guys stared at us like we were crazy.

I felt the rain pour down my body...cleansing my emotions...erasing my stress...leaving me feeling calm and serene.

We danced and jumped in puddles like we were 5. After 5 minutes the other girls went back inside to dry off. I sat on the swing set and angled my face toward the falling rain. I felt him behind me, his arms enveloping me.
"Come inside now."
"I want to sit out here for a few more minutes." I whispered turning my head toward him. I looked into his eyes, and felt that nervous feeling I always feel when he looks at me.

He slowly started kissing the rain drops as they slid down my face. His lips captured the water drops. I closed my eyes and just let myself feel. His mouth finally found mine, and I felt his lips against mine. I opened my mouth to his, and tasted the rain on his tongue.

The next 15 minutes we stood like that. Tasting the rain on each other. Not taking it any further. Knowing it was already on the verge of being too far.

When the rain started coming down harder, and the lightning begin to flash across the sky, he pulled back. I couldn't tell if the electricity was coming from us or the storm. We knew that if we didn't stop the storm wouldn't be the only thing doing damage that night.

I started to turn, to head toward the back porch. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him. I knew that the confusion and frustration in his eyes mirrored mine. Angrily he took my mouth...as violent as the thunder above us...I jerked back and stared at him for a moment, then walked back inside to dry off.