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Walking hand in hand in the rain we fell in love all over again.
Happy Rain

By: Bikerider

It was early summer, and the air had already turned warm and sultry. The seeds we planted in the yard three months ago had blossomed into flowers; their bright, vibrant petals now waving in the air like tiny flags—but we didn't notice.

Over the last few weeks we had been bickering with each other. I was beginning to feel like I couldn't do anything right, and I was becoming weary of my wife's frequent criticisms. I knew I was getting on her nerves and felt that doing something fun would help. My wife sat at the kitchen table absently going through a pile of mail stacked in front of her on the marred, wooden table top.

"It's our day off," I said, "let's go someplace...do something. Let's get out of the house."

She turned to me and frowned. "There are things that need to be done around here." She swiveled in her chair to face the envelopes again, even though most of them were addressed to, Occupant.

I turned and looked out the kitchen window and stared at my reflection in the glass pane. A smile quivered the corners of my lips as I remembered the way we used to have fun; the way we'd laugh with each other, the way we loved each other. Thinking of those things gave me an idea. Donna loves crabs, and there's a dock not far from our house where we were always able to catch enough of them for dinner. We hadn't been there in a long time. I thought that getting out would do us some good.

"Let's grab the baskets and go catch some crabs." I forced happiness into my voice as I spoke.

She spun in her chair to face me; her wry smile betrayed a lack of enthusiasm. "We might as well," she said. "It's obvious you're not interested in doing anything around the house."

"Okay," I said with genuine happiness this time. "I'll get the nets, why don't you get your hat, you know how easily you burn."

"You want to go right now?"

"Sure, why not?" I asked. "I'll fill the thermos and bring a few snacks. It'll be like a picnic."

Donna put her palms flat on the table top and pushed herself up and stood looking at me. With her head tilted and her brow furrowed, she said, "What's going on? Why are you being so nice?"

I didn't want to answer her because I knew my response would be angry. I smiled and walked out to the garage. "I'll get everything ready, meet me in the driveway, okay?"


Standing at the edge of the dock, I threw the baskets into the still water, tied off the lines—and then we waited. We sat together on a weathered wooden bench as I poured coffee from the Thermos, and we took turns sipping from the plastic cup. The warm, early morning sun sparkled like diamonds on the water.

"I knew we should have stayed home." Donna pointed to the sky. "Look at that cloud." A large, dark cloud floated low in the southern sky.

"It's moving fast, it'll pass us by," I said. I put the cup back in the bag and looked up again, then very quietly added, "I hope." I walked to the railing and looked down into the grey water and silently prayed the rain would hold off as I grabbed the line attached to the nets.

A heavy drop splashed on my shoulder as I pulled an empty basket from the water. By the time the metal trap clanged onto the wooden dock the sky had opened up, and we were quickly drenched by the noisy torrent.

"Grab the baskets, I'll get the bags," Donna said. We scurried around the dock collecting our things.

"I can't believe the rain came on so fast," I shouted as I coiled the wet lines attached to the nets.

The driving rain came in waves. We stopped suddenly and looked at each other. Donna's blond hair was plastered to her forehead, our clothes hung wet and heavy from our skin, rain water cascaded over our bodies.

And then we began to laugh.

We laughed like two kids as we ran to the car, and then something happened that had not happened in a long time—Donna took my hand. Even soaking wet her hand felt warm and soft. She gently squeezed my hand and we stopped running. I turned to her. And then we kissed.

"I love you," she said.

Her blue eyes were soft and filled with warmth and laughter—and in them I saw the pretty girl I married—and I realized that I adored her as much as ever. "I love you, too," I said softly.

We began walking, no longer concerned with the rain. "Let's do this again, tomorrow," I said as I turned and kissed Donna's wet lips. After our lips parted we stopped walking.

"That's a great idea," she smiled. "And I hope it rains again."

"Me too," I said. The rain cascaded over our bodies as we stood gazing into each other's eyes.

Then we kissed again, more ardently this time.

Walking hand in hand in the rain we fell in love all over again.


Word count: 882

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