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La LLuvia (The Rain) Flash Fiction.
She came … suddenly, lightly tap-dancing on my window, like Fred Astaire. Simona and I lay curled up in the zenith of post-coital bliss, the rain hugging, stroking and caressing our now fulfilled emotions, with the sweet gentleness of our hearts … beating … blending into the vastness of harmonious union.
On this cool autumnal evening, the verdant hue of the crimson leaves, floating past our bedroom windows, danced with the zephyrs, carrying the breath-taking purity of snow-flakes, on a winter’s morn.
Body to body we hugged, a once searing heat between our images now dissipating, as we cooled off, looking into each other’s eyes. Her smile was monalistic; her eyes a gorgeous sapphire blue.
How we loved the rain! Somehow She seemed to bring out the best in us. Her soft, steadily increasing drops falling upon our rooftops; Her soothing serene sound like kisses from heaven.
These were our golden moments! Soothing, comforting … away from work; the children …all chores completed. The body, mind, heart and Soul remained free, uninhibited … as we soared to a pinnacle of Delight. Outside the trees swayed and glistened, as they were accustomed to, the wet shiny leaves portraying a vibrant energy, healing for the magic of lovers entwined, taking the art of loving creativity, to yet another level.
Not so long ago, the monsoon season came and went; there was a torrential downpour and some rather howling tornadoes of the night. What a contrast, this night! As usual, Simona came from far away to visit me. Outside the puddles must have been 12 inches thick; the road wet in silent greeting; the plants replenishing their life-force. But inside … the imprint and the lingering wafts of Simona’s silhouette as she left, still hugged my frame and I knew the joy of love.
Too late, as once again she moved from the plane of my memory, and into yet another realm. I opened my eyes to a charming and sublime fragrance, lingering on the pillows; the silken curtains of my windows. I heard a silent, almost inaudible sound. I peeped through my windows and the rain was falling… sweetly.
I would wait, as she would come again, to open the gateways of our celestial bliss … next autumn… and the rain-drops would tap-dance on our windows … one more time. –Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. Copyrighted, 9th September, 2016
Is this soothing at nights or evenings?
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