Sunday Scribblings Post-Prompt "Rain"
Rain
The sky splits open with a fearsome roar and pours the liquified remains of clouds to pelt the ground. I can feel the thunder in my chest. The light that filters weakly into the room is a wan gray color. A cool breeze makes the shades flutter slightly and the smell of clean washed earth rises into the air.
The initial fury dies, replaced with a steady, gentle patter against the roof. I lie awake in the bed listening, face turned to catch the eddy of fresh air as it flows into the room.
He's so deeply asleep, he didn't even realize a storm had started. He can tell that I'm awake, though, some special sense kicks in and prompts him to follow me into the space I have just left. He wraps himself around me and absently rubs at my side, making sure I know he's there.
I crane my head enough to put a kiss on his lower jaw, the spot that I can manage to reach from where I'm laying. I close my eyes and let myself drift back to dreams with a soundtrack of rain faintly drumming outside.
The sky splits open with a fearsome roar and pours the liquified remains of clouds to pelt the ground. I can feel the thunder in my chest. The light that filters weakly into the room is a wan gray color. A cool breeze makes the shades flutter slightly and the smell of clean washed earth rises into the air.
The initial fury dies, replaced with a steady, gentle patter against the roof. I lie awake in the bed listening, face turned to catch the eddy of fresh air as it flows into the room.
He's so deeply asleep, he didn't even realize a storm had started. He can tell that I'm awake, though, some special sense kicks in and prompts him to follow me into the space I have just left. He wraps himself around me and absently rubs at my side, making sure I know he's there.
I crane my head enough to put a kiss on his lower jaw, the spot that I can manage to reach from where I'm laying. I close my eyes and let myself drift back to dreams with a soundtrack of rain faintly drumming outside.