“I stood beneath the storm
and I imagined it was you.
That is why I always love the rain.”
I stood beneath a mid-summer storm and turned my face up to the sky. My eyes slid closed as I let the warm rain glide down my skin. And I imagined it was your fingertips, gliding over me. I imagined it was your lips, tasting me. Down my neck. Past my shoulders. I imagined you were everywhere and nowhere. All at the same time. I couldn’t help but smile as lightning flashed like your smile across the sky, and the loud crack of thunder reminded me of the way your voice sounded when it was just you and me, skin to skin. Without hesitation. Without a care in the world, except for the sounds we could make while we were together.
And that, my love, is why I love the rain. That is why, I love the storms. And that, my love, is why the summer and those seemingly instantaneous storms will always be a reminder of what we shared.
© Sarah Doughty
So whenever the rain falls,
don’t forget to kiss me.