Dancing In The Rain

• Nicholas Domazet
• Short Story
• 2010

The sound of rain echoed their way into my ears as I watched you dance in the beauty of the rain. The air was still, as the wind had died down and the atmosphere was calm and tranquil yet the tension was so high and I was filled with anxiety. I observed you, dancing, jumping and spinning around in the rain; your hair slowly becoming heavier and heavier with each drop of rain being soaked by your hair.
Walking nervously to your side, I took you hand and looked into your eyes. You looked back, smiling and eagerly hopping on the spot. I looked to the sky. Then back to you, where you continued to smile, and began to dance on the spot; and I couldn’t help myself, but take a step back, and watch you smiling and having fun.

The rain began to pour down heavier now, and the moment had seemed to be lost; as if the joy had been washed away with the turning tides. Quickly, I flew to your side, where you took refuge close to my body. Your body began to shiver and I could feel how cold your skin had turned, and how blue your lips had become.
I held your waist, and slowly rocked back and forth. But by now, the rain had eased back into a sheet of softly falling rain; more a mist than anything else. Your shivering had eased, and your lips returned to their natural colour. You stared into my eyes, and I stared back. You twisted your arms around me, and slowly brought me to your face.

I could feel your heart pound against my chest, and your wet eyelashes brush up against mine...I felt your arms around me loosen their grip on me, yet at the same time they seemed to hold on tighter.

I felt the sky open up, and the grip of reality pull me back to what was real; leaving me standing in the rain watching you spin around in the soft rain at 1:50pm, on a Monday afternoon. The rain washing away your faults, and for a moment, you seemed perfect. Your smile beamed through the dark sky and I slowly became asphyxiated as you stole away the air and replaced it with this substance with left me so anxious, yet so calm and tranquil.

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Either way...you know the rest...

“It leaves your gums, slips down your tongue and travels fast down towards your lungs” - Escape The Fate, The Flood