Rain

*sigh* love

 

The rain is soaking me through.

 

When does the rain become acid? When do our friends become infections? Bring me more, bring me more.

 

Walking on the damp, darkened cement - its wet smell invading me - the serene edges of my world filter out in to a dreary hue around a death-mask sky. Something is screaming, louder than thoughts.

 

I was expectant. Rain means adventures. They say water is life. Rain makes me come to life, dark droplets patterning my clothes, bloodshot eyes and a lover to kiss wildly with.

 

Running, yelling, tearing at one another, reality dripping from its canvas; I've never been so free. You lift your musty coat above us, it smells like dusty record sleeves, but your skin is hot cream. There's a place I touch that is so very soft that I can't tell I'm touching you, like lapsing in to rock pool warmth.

 

That life can offer this much pleasure? – I am flooded. I want to flood you my darling. We are trapped in Autumn’s sigh; how sensual, how fluid. The rain strokes the air until it thunders.