I have walked in the rain with a lover
I have felt her huddled up close to me, beneath the protection of my arm, as we skipped over puddles and sidestepped streams of water rushing down the High Street. I have sheltered beneath shop and restaurant awnings with her as a torrential downpour temporarily flooded the gutters and drains. I have kissed her mouth as separate miniature tributaries beaded and joined on our faces.
I have raced hand in hand with her over a river bridge to find a dry, dripping space beneath shining weeping willows. I have stood looking out to a wild sea with rain mixing with salty spray and our laughter as we shouted our love into it.
I have run with her into the house utterly drenched and joyfully removed each others soaking clothes. Warming one another with the friction of skin on skin.
I have walked in the rain with a lover when the heavens opened above us and it didn’t matter.
Today I walked in the rain.
And it just felt miserable, wet and cold.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Photograph stolen from humming girl
I wrote this on Valentine’s Day a year ago. Added audio has helped me justify its reappearance
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