Beyond The Rain

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 “The magic of purpose and of love in its purest form. Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint; not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine, like a surprise found in your pocket.”

A knock on the door brings fourth a sense of emotion which has been non existent for quite sometime. Sitting on the other side, you glance through the window to see if you can make out who stands just beyond the door. Bushes cover the silhouette and you wonder just who this person is. Many thoughts filter through your scattered brain as to whom this wonder may be.

It’s a challenge as always, to bring yourself to the promise land and let go of all that’s been chained to your heart. You notice the sky turn from a blue masterpiece quickly to a sinister shade of gray. The clouds start to open and cry a fierce frenzied illusion. It’s a wonder this person keeps knocking not seeming to care about the rain drenching their entire body.

You look out again and see a few glimpses as the wind shifts the bushes out of the silhouettes path. A long black dress coat seems to be the main focal point. Nothing else can be made. The rain just wont let up. You grip the knob and hold back from opening. What’s leading you to not let this person inside? Why can’t you just open the damn door? You pace around the living room, talking a mile a minute and finally, after minutes of rapidness, you come to a sense of understanding.

The door continues to knock, rain just pelting off this person. Flood warnings come to a focus as the news casters warn everyone to stay inside, and the hell off the streets. The knocks continue, and you feel as though you have to open. It’s not even a question anymore, it’s just reality. You look at this door as your escape from today. You look at this door and the person behind it as what’s to come, what’s in store, and what you truly want to have.

Hands approach the maple door, and you rest your ear upon it. Another knock occurs, and you hear the breath of the person behind. Turning the knob, you let loose all of your inhibitions and give into the wonders of what’s outside. You open the door, look at this person and welcome them into your heart.

Mike

Brian Crain “Rain”

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