The Rain That Never Fell

And that day they ran screaming out into the rain,
and it wasn't cold.

silvery drops slid down her glowing face and glistened in her hair,
he touched her temple,
he touched every inch of her.

They fell down in the cool mud,
a soft bed of earth.
The warm sensation of wet lips and wet rain on her skin

And he wanted to be with her that day,
and she never felt happier, just being able to share his smile.

Thunder rippling,
and her skirt rising,
clothing sucking tightly to their skin,
and no birds sang,
it was just the rain,
and the beautiful wet, mud

And nothing was perfect,
but he was
and she felt beautiful,
and indulged in her senses
allowing him to share her.

But actually it was sunny that day, no clouds in the sky at all,
and no rain fell for miles, maybe just beyond the farthest mountain.

And she never even saw him
because he never wanted her
and she gazed out the window, tears silently shimmering down her cheeks, creating a puddle near her feet for an ant to drown in.

She wished him to surprise her, sweep her off her feet, to carry her kicking and screaming and laughing into rain that wasn't falling, to crash down into the mud, and make her surrender and tingle because she loves him.

She wished the rain to fall and create pools of warm mud,
and for him to be with her and love her...

but he didn't.