I just want to share this story I got from Seton Notes...

Listen, Listen to the Rain
By: Wish

I sat in my room, on the window seat. The wind was blowing, making my long, black hair flow behind me. Another beautiful rainstorm... Watching the drops hit the ground, listening to the tapping on the roof and feeling the cold air, I was so absorbed in living the rain that I didn't notice you come into the room and sit across from me.

I breathed in sharply when I suddenly felt your fingertips on my cheek, snapping me back into reality. I saw myself in your eyes, and realized that there was more rainfall, this time not falling from the sky, but from my eyes. I reached a hand to my face to wipe away the tears, but you grabbed my wrist, choosing to wipe them away yourself. I looked at you, a questioning look in my eyes, but you just smiled your secret smile. I tried to tug my hand away but you didn't let go. The wind blew harder.

You slid your grip upward from my left wrist. My hand seemed so small while you held it. The warmth felt like a glove in the bitter wind's cold. You ran your thumb over my knuckles, then turned my hand over. I averted my gaze from our hands and looked at your face.

I had to look. I had to make sure if it was really you, the first and only person I had ever loved. It was. I closed my eyes, then opened them, again and again. This couldn't be real, could it? It's a dream. I know it is. In a little while, I'm going to hear my alarm clock buzzing in my ear. Any minute now...

My eyes were abruptly drawn back to our hands by the sensation of your finger tracing patterns on my palm, sending little jolts through me. I closed my eyes. Your finger trailed downward, through every line, then stopped at the base of my palm, hovering over the wrist. Lightning flashed, my eyes flew open. I jerked back my left hand, gripping the wrist with my right, hiding what was underneath.

I saw my reflection in your eyes again. I was shaking my head slowly, eyes wide, fearful... and sad. The tears started. You pulled my hand back, so gently. It lay open on top of yours, trembling. You traced every scar and every half-healed cut, your light, feathery touches sending me to heaven. Then you held my wrist, lifting it up. My heart seemed to stop as you brushed your lips against the skin. Then thunder, the loudest I'd ever heard...

I woke up, in complete darkness, still on the window seat, rain still falling, even harder than before. I didn't move, realizing that what I was leaning on, whatever it was, was rising and falling. I relaxed, feeling your arms around me, breathing in your intoxicating smell. Smiling, I closed my eyes again, wrapping my arms around your waist. The rhythm of your breath was
my lullaby as i drifted back to sleep.

I could live again.

Labels: Rages of the Heart

/sluggish Marjoured blogged at:
4/23/2006 11:51:00 PM
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