Kiss Me In The Rain

It was a cool Sunday afternoon, but still very pleasant. The sun was high, and only a few clouds scattered an otherwise baby blue sky. The wind had blown both hard and soft, changing without any warning. One minute there was not even the slightest wind, while in the next instant someone’s hat was seen rolling down the street.

            Christopher picked Lauren up just after noon. He wasn’t supposed to pick her up until 1pm, but he was just too excited. Luckily, Lauren was just as excited and had been ready for almost an hour! The drive to the beach lasted no more than ten minutes. Chris parked under a palm tree at the far side of the pier. They walked for several minutes until they found a spot where they could sit and be alone. Chris laid down the blanket and they sat, side by side.

            They talked for a short while about their weekend, and how they dreaded that tomorrow was Monday. Not only was tomorrow going to be Monday, it was going to be Valentine’s Day. All of Lauren’s friends asked what she and Chris were going to do. She felt embarrassed to inform them that Chris hadn’t asked her out. This made Lauren wonder if Chris really liked her. He had lots of female friends, most of whom were very attractive and popular, and he didn’t show much affection toward her. This made her wonder if she was just another friend.

            “Let’s go in the water Chris, I bet it’s not too cold!” Lauren shouted, hopping off the blanket and toward the ocean.

            “Lauren, wait!” Chris screamed, chasing after her. This was not a playful scream either, more like one of fright. Lauren stopped and waited for Chris to catch up.

            “What is it Chris?” she asked.

            “I just don’t like going in the water. It-it kinda scares me,” he said, looking down in shame.

            “Why does it scare you? There aren’t any sharks,” she giggled. “Wait, do you know how to swim?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.

            “Well, I took lessons when I was a kid, but I was always too scared to actually do it. I don’t want to drown,” he said, being sincere.

            “Chris, I wouldn’t let you drown! I like you too much to let you drown,” she screamed, as her face turned bright red. She didn’t mean to blurt that out. Now her embarrassment became uneasiness when Chris failed to respond quickly.

            “Do you really like me Lauren?” asked Chris, picking up her head (which was held low in embarrassment) with his two hands.

            “You know I do. Who doesn’t like you!” she exclaimed, showing concern.

            “Lauren, I know I have a lot of friends who are girls, and I know a few girls like me…”

            “A few!” Lauren laughed, “Chris, every girl would die to be with you. And I’m sure they all do girly things like write poems or love letters to you.”

            “Have you done that for me?” he asked, hoping the answer would be yes.

            “Well, I wrote this poem that shows how I feel about you. But I don’t want to read it Chris. It’s embarrassing,” she stated.

            “It would mean a lot to me if you did Lauren. Please tell it to me,” Chris said, looking deeply into her eyes. Lauren paused for a moment. Without a yes or no reply, she began to speak.

I see you in the clouds that drift in the sky

I see you in the sunset as the birds go by

But, no matter how strong the feeling, I have to face reality

You’re not really there-take me out of this mentality

I feel you in the breeze that caresses my skin

I want you to feel, what I feel from within

I smell you in the garden throughout all the flowers

My senses demand you every night, day and hour

Even if you’re not there, I still can’t escape you

At night, when the stars are out, I believe that it’s true

I believe you are next to me, so, for a while, I pretend

I make-believe you are beside me and I don’t want the moon’s brightness to end

But then I come out of my daze and suddenly you’re gone

This is torture for me, and I wonder if I’m wrong

Please come back to me and tell me you’re here

Tell me you’ll stay and always be near

I hear you faintly whisper this in my ear

And I’m going crazy because you’re not really here.