How they romanced summer (Rain and Love)

Love. This was true love. The rain, the chill, the isolation. Everything about the atmosphere was love. Had they been sharing this exact same moment alone, they would have been miserable. Nude, wet, and shivering under a umbrella sitting on a soaked blanket in the middle of the woods.

Yet they made it romantic, they were in love. Moments before the rain dropped, and even as the drops started to gently fall they made love. Passionate love, all engulfing love in which the world melts away and there is only the feel of skin, the taste of lips, and the moans of your lover. In those moments they were not in the woods they were only into each other. In those moments they were not on the ground, they were making love on clouds, in those moments up until he collapsed gently, and exhaustively on top of her with with a over satisfied smile on his face, and a comforting shy smile on hers, was the greatest romantic experience of their young lives.

He looked into her large brown eyes and she looked into his. She gently stroked and patted the back of his head, and he pulled and played with the long black twisted strands of her hair. They adored each other as they lay nude, their bodies being one with each other, in complete isolation from the world, only the sound of the rain drops that surrounded them invaded their most intimate and private moment.

No one told him that love could be like this. No one told him that women like this still existed, he had thought he could never find a woman he could bare himself to, that he could confide in. He buried his head deep in between her breasts. She held onto the back of his head and she giggled her ticklishness.

He felt so safe their, his face buried there in her chest. He felt like he was being born again. She was his mother, his sister, closest friend and confident. They were lovers and something more. They had mastered the art of silent communication and when the rain drops had become too much they huddled under the umbrella that she had brought. They gazed out into the forest holding each other watching the rain. Words would only lessen the experience they were both sharing in their own minds. They silently brought out the snacks and drinks they had brought with them and as the rain played music for them, it was in perfect rhythm with the Miles Davis he had playing on his phone as they made love. Up until this moment they had forgotten that the phone was even playing music, it had been lost in the rain and love.

As the rain grew heavier, they finally began to speak. They spoke of love, they spoke of the summer, they spoke of the future. Both wanting desperately to hold on to what they had so carefully fostered over the summer. Love is being somewhere that you wouldn’t want to be if that special someone was not with you. They looked deep into each other eyes as they realized that. They broke out into a grin, a smile, a laugh and then their eyes met again. They kissed under the umbrella and the raindrops clapped for them in congratulations on such a romantic moment.

They set the umbrella on the ground titling it so it covered a portion of the blanket, they laid their bodies side by side each other. Her back to him, and they scooted close to each other. They whispered and kissed, he held her tight his fingertips became raindrops dotting over her body making her giggle. He watched for her smile, that he could see even from behind her, her cheeks would rise and grow plump. He leaned over and kissed them. She turned slightly and caught his mouth with her own, her tongue invading and exploring her mouth, as she cupped his head on the crook of her arm bringing his head close to her lips. His hands explored new territories of their own. They cuddled each other, eyes closed, and the rain drops went away, Miles Davis stopped playing, the woods disappeared and they were back into the clouds. They returned to making love in the rain.