short story

Rain hits the ground around me, it beats on the umbrella that barely keeps me dry. I walk home in the greyness of the sky. Just a few blocks, but it takes longer because I love to watch rain fall. Tease the clouds by exposing myself from under the umbrella. We play a game of tag where I am always chased. once inside, the rain beast harder; the window shakes from the drumming. It is trying to come in, trying to tag me. I could open the window and let rain in, but that would end the chase, end the fun. Thunder claps and flashes of light are seen in the distance. it wants to get closer to me, but I keep it at a distance, opening the window slightly letting it think a few drops will hit me. I move away as the drops hit the sill, watch them slowly glide down the wall and hit the floor. The rain slows, trying to lull me into a false sense of security, getting me to move towards the window. I want to feel the soft rain hit my skin, I move away from the window, turn towards the door. As it swings open, the wind blows it out of my hand, banging against the wall. I step out into rain's waiting arms; I let it embrace me as if it never wanted to let me go, we were one. The rain started to fade, the lightening stopped, the earth grew quite. we said our goodbyes, hope we would see each other soon, hope to hold each other in this embrace, make it last longer, be sweeter. We would never let anything wash our love away.