Rain falls

A storm was brewing in the horizon. I thought it was a bad omen but then something came to mind. A picture of something wild, free, untamed. I didn´t know why that feeling came to me but as I gazed upon the horizon I saw a car coming towards me and with it, the storm. Only then it came to my senses that the storm wasn´t a bad omen but the presence of a Nature´s force. Not to be contained or feared but to be loved, respected and challenged. Yes, challenged. Because in this case it wasn´t a furious storm but a passioned one. And even if it was a furious one, it was well worth the fight, because it was you. Those clouds were not a coincidence but a mirror of your passion and energy. You stopped the car far from me and awaited for the rain to start falling so you could get out. Has you started to walk, the rain got heavier and I will never forget what beautiful sight it was, watching you from my porch. You opened your arms and looked up, feeling the rain drops on you, and I just stood there, watching, as you started to dance under the rain. I called out for you to get under the porch but instead you called out to me, to join you. You challenged me like all those times before and I stood strong. Has I went to you, I heard you saying that that rain was a healer, it wouldn´t hurt us, it would wash away all the bad feelings and keep those that matter. Warm feelings under cold rain. Even though I was next to you, you kept on dancing like I wasn´t there until you noticed me and made me dance too. You started to giggle, then laughing in a contagious way has always. I laughed has I didn´t in a long time, it was liberating and all I could say was that she was the craziest and the most unpredictable girl I had ever met. She replied, smiling, that that was the reason why I liked her so much. She was right. I love the way she makes me feel, it´s like meeting someone new every day. Everything she does is spontaneous and yet it seems carefully planned. She stopped dancing, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I held her in my arms as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I asked her why she always come and goes like the wind, why she doesn´t stay. She simply smiled and said that she loved her freedom above everything else and that I wouldn´t like her any other way. I already knew the answer. She was right.


(Obrigado Rain, serviste como inspiração. :-) )