The Next Time it Rains
It had rained again. Not the cold rain of an autumn drizzle, or the forceful sting of spring thunderstorms, but the warm, gentle rains of the summer, and I couldn't help but take a walk. It was a road I had walked a hundred times before, in my bare feet, just thinking of nothing, but these were the times I loved to walk it most; late in the evening when the rain was just ending and the sun was beginning to set. I was used to that path, walking it alone, and my feet carried me along the fresh pavement, but that time was different.
You were there.
"It's beautiful out tonight, Chris…"
"I know, that's why I wanted to walk."
"I'm glad I could come along…"
"Of course, I couldn't just leave you sitting alone at home, could I?" I chuckled, shaking my head a little. "I'm glad you're here too…"
We walked on in silence for a bit, the soft warmth from the rain spreading through my shoulders, the water cool on my exposed arms as I walked next t