Love in the time of early summer rains
This is a poem a boy once write for a girl
She walked. He walked along.
She’s rather have him walk and she walked along.
He in a crisp white shirt.
She in hers.
Just the sound of their footsteps,
ruffling in the rain water.
The sounds of the rain heavier.
They hold hands to jump across a puddle,
sticky hands, from humidity.
But cold as a hammer head.
They slip and fall.
Side by side.
Splashing rain water on each other.
Their heads fell backwards,
the rain grew harder,
their faces not fighting the rain.
They look at each other
The smile grows smaller
into something unfamiliar
yet something they’d longed for.
She looked at him examining carefully
dripping in rain, yet some familiar warmth beneath.
He looked at her,
her wet hair sticking to the sides of her face.
He brushes it behind her ear.
He bends forward.
She doesn’t move an inch
neither forward nor backward.
She closes her eyes
so tight that her mental image
doesn’t influence the visual one.
It rained harder
He came closer
His grip on her grew firmer
despite his hands slipping being wet.
And it was time.
Yes, there was chaos.
For a brief moment.