• Raining Romance and the Fall (Short Story)
    I watch the raging outside my window; the rain drops dancing and clustering on the glass, cool and smooth against my cheek. Walking outside to press my forehead into your wet embrace, fresh and refreshing me so clean upon my dirty skin. Watching the purple dark clouds hovering overhead, eyes searching the raging sky for your face; but you always leave without a trace... Sighing sadly gaze lowering to close my eyes softly as your serious face passes floating through my inner vision. Listening becoming lost in your heart beating to the rhythm of the falling rain, wondering if the slow rumble in the distance could be your voice calling out my name, an echo of what has past and your ghost. Those precious days when we were together with an innocent curiosity and wonderings of who we are. Pondering whether it's the memory of you or the rain tenderly brushing against my head like your long lashes once did, slowly stroking my hair, timidly nudging me from sleep, nibbling slightly in a teasing fashion gradually picking up speed up and down my face and arm and neck... In this moment I dwell in a place where I feel so alive and unreal, our hearts beating as one. Spirits spiraling up, drifting swiftly along to winds' current without wings to fly or to glide through the dark clouds. It's the middle of the night and the full moon and winking stars shine bright. Minds racing with romantic thoughts and souls embracing strongly flying through time... The end comes when something suddenly shakes me; the rain pounds harder now and I open my eyes watching the lightning flashing violently eerily lighting the dark night. Clashing with angrily with thunder I see you in my mind. Eyes open wide staring ahead but unfocused unseeing I'm falling into memories... of anger and violence. The clashing lightning and crashing thunder cracking loudly in the darkness becomes the raging spirits of two from the past. Fear and doubt cover the full moonlit sky. Hiding stars and chaos ensue. The once romantic joy filled night alone with you is gone as we are no longer alone. Confusion and uncertainty overwhelm me, and panic shrouds my process of clear thought. I am powerless in this hopeless situation... hope drains from me as over time am estranged for what will seem like eternity from you. I'm too hopeless to return to you and I can only watch you in the crowd. I rarely see you. I think of truth now standing in the rain, now uncomfortably soaked without my umbrella, blinking water from my teary eyes which are burning.