Rain

Her hair, darker than the storm clouds, clung to the high angles of her cheeks, draped over her soft shoulders, and dripped down the length of her silky back.  Each thick tendril was pulled straight by the weight of the water as it sheeted off saturated glossy midnight strands; a rich contrast of onxy against pearl, both made vibrant and opalescent from the cabochon drops beading on her skin.  Tiny rivulets of moisture tickle and stream around her womanly curves, dipping and teasing and leaving raised bumps of chilled flesh in the wake.

There she sat, a vision of unadulterated loveliness.  There she sat, a woman laid bare and washed clean from the fierce downpour.  As time lingered on counted out by they frantic deluge of sky to land, a frenzied rhythm keeping time with her heart she began to tremble, but not from the frigid air puckering her delicate skin.  There she sat trembling, not from the thick, moist air charged with ozone, nor from the wind as it screamed through the tree branches and lashed at the tall grasses, but from fear of being turned away. 

And then a single word was spoken, ringing out over the cacophonous noise. Pure feeling bubbled over and poured from her eyes to drench the sand; liquid salt lost amidst the torrent saturated the grass, the trees, and the flowers filling them with emotion spilled out from within her trembling soul. 

Her bottom lip quivered, and her voice was but a mere whisper, thick with relief and overcome with joy, she repeated her name with comforting recognition, "Rain..."

(c) sierra sugar 6/16/2013