The rain had stopped and the sun would be coming up in an hour but it was a beautiful night. The rain was steady, soft and warm, and the air was calm; “a grand soft evening”, although it was after 1:00 a.m. when I went outside. I didn’t intend to stay out in the rain for three hours, but when I stepped out the rain felt so good and the night was so inviting that I didn’t want to go back into the house. As I walked around the back yard, the warm rain brought memories other times and other days, and time seemed to pause as I reminisced of walking forest trails in the warm summer rain. The pleasant memories and the scent of rain washed air; suddenly I felt awash in the joy of being alive, and I wanted more. I removed my shirt and reveled in the pleasure of the rain falling on my skin and I had to fight an urge to remove all of my clothes and this brought the memories of being naked in the rain, naked in the rain with my dearest of friends, my wife and I; making love in the forest in the pouring rain. A strange but familiar feeling, a sort of happy melancholy fills me as I recalled the rare times when we made love in the rain, each one seemed so joyous and special that I wonder that there were so few in the twenty years that we shared as husband and wife, and then the regret once again that we’re no longer together, and a sadness that we have been apart now longer than we were together, no longer visit or even talk, but still I can’t help but feel that the days I have walked in the rain have been some the best days of my life.
Posted on: Sun, 04 Aug 2013 02:43:44 +0000
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