The Night Of Heavy Dew Drops
Words: 450
Summary: It was raining the night you shared your intimate moment with the elements with me.
Inspiration: Week 3 of Brigit's Flame contest. I'm really surprised I'm still in the running! But it's been raining real heavy here in Okinawa, and it kind of inspired this situation.
Notes: These are the same characters from last week's contest entry . I'm slowly building on them, and more of a story will come from it. But so far, they are the kind of characters in the kind of situation that I can easily add to whenever. Also, I think I might expound on the amulet the female character is wearing. I just didn't want to make this any longer than I needed to.
It was raining that night.
Not the kind of rain that you can avoid and just shake the dew drops from your hair.
The kind of rain that soaks you within seconds of being out.
I didn’t know you when I got into your truck. But I knew you maybe more than I knew myself when I got out.
“Listen” you told me. Listen, and you held that “n” for so long, I was waiting for you to say something. I waited to hear what you heard. But I would never hear what you heard, though I wished like hell I could.
I wished like hell I could be you, because only you could hear the life stories of a million thick rain drops throwing themselves in a fury against your windshield. You never did just hear the rain, and the rain never did just fall for you.
It was warm that night. Not the kind of warm you sit comfortably in, sighing about summer time, but the sticky kind of warmth you never really get rid of.
You stopped by the flooded marsh, water rising to the furry tops of the pussy willow. And you got out and screamed, challenging the weather and asserting your power over the earth. And I’ll never know why you trusted me, to let me see such an intimate moment with you and the things you heard and the things you felt. I’ll never know how you knew that I was so envious of your abilities that I had no choice but to love you.
I watched you from the window and I decided I wasn’t going to live in shadows when I was with you. And so I stepped out and in seconds, I was just as wet as you. I didn’t scream, I just felt the rain cover my skin, sink into my clothes, filly my shoes. There was never a feeling as glorious as being soaked when you shouldn’t, watching you scream when you shouldn’t.
It was so very quiet when we got back into the car, we just breathed, our lungs warming us up. It was the first time I would ever sit in comfortable silence with you, with anybody. I watched you scream, and we both silently agreed that those were words enough.
You promised you wouldn’t look as I undressed and rung out my clothes. I kind of hoped you would. I sat there for a moment, with my back to you, my legs sitting out the open car door, looking over my shoulder. I wore nothing but my damp underwear and amulet I bought at the thrift store that hung on a rope from my long neck.
Summary: It was raining the night you shared your intimate moment with the elements with me.
Inspiration: Week 3 of Brigit's Flame contest. I'm really surprised I'm still in the running! But it's been raining real heavy here in Okinawa, and it kind of inspired this situation.
Notes: These are the same characters from last week's contest entry . I'm slowly building on them, and more of a story will come from it. But so far, they are the kind of characters in the kind of situation that I can easily add to whenever. Also, I think I might expound on the amulet the female character is wearing. I just didn't want to make this any longer than I needed to.
It was raining that night.
Not the kind of rain that you can avoid and just shake the dew drops from your hair.
The kind of rain that soaks you within seconds of being out.
I didn’t know you when I got into your truck. But I knew you maybe more than I knew myself when I got out.
“Listen” you told me. Listen, and you held that “n” for so long, I was waiting for you to say something. I waited to hear what you heard. But I would never hear what you heard, though I wished like hell I could.
I wished like hell I could be you, because only you could hear the life stories of a million thick rain drops throwing themselves in a fury against your windshield. You never did just hear the rain, and the rain never did just fall for you.
It was warm that night. Not the kind of warm you sit comfortably in, sighing about summer time, but the sticky kind of warmth you never really get rid of.
You stopped by the flooded marsh, water rising to the furry tops of the pussy willow. And you got out and screamed, challenging the weather and asserting your power over the earth. And I’ll never know why you trusted me, to let me see such an intimate moment with you and the things you heard and the things you felt. I’ll never know how you knew that I was so envious of your abilities that I had no choice but to love you.
I watched you from the window and I decided I wasn’t going to live in shadows when I was with you. And so I stepped out and in seconds, I was just as wet as you. I didn’t scream, I just felt the rain cover my skin, sink into my clothes, filly my shoes. There was never a feeling as glorious as being soaked when you shouldn’t, watching you scream when you shouldn’t.
It was so very quiet when we got back into the car, we just breathed, our lungs warming us up. It was the first time I would ever sit in comfortable silence with you, with anybody. I watched you scream, and we both silently agreed that those were words enough.
You promised you wouldn’t look as I undressed and rung out my clothes. I kind of hoped you would. I sat there for a moment, with my back to you, my legs sitting out the open car door, looking over my shoulder. I wore nothing but my damp underwear and amulet I bought at the thrift store that hung on a rope from my long neck.