Rain

Rain

She could taste the rain. It was five in the morning and she hadn’t been to sleep yet. The door opened slowly with a long creak and she smiled as she felt his lips on her neck before he sat next to her. Thunder rolled.

I like the way the grass smells when it rains in Texas. It’s different than anything else,” she said and he passed the bottle of Jack Daniels that was left over. She took a sip and felt the burn like the tide. It was smooth as the small rivers ran down the sides of the road. She watched a leaf lit by the cracks of lightning as it was carried around the bend. She leaned into him.

“I’m leaving tomorrow. Today. Your hair smells like oranges.” He said when the wind picked up. He was movings his finger tips up and down her arm. The humidity made his fingers bounce off of her skin whenever he changed directions. She nodded into his shoulder and took another sip.

It was why they were slow, drunk and happy at six in the morning; Sleeping felt like a waste of time when he was leaving in only hours. He hummed Fortunate Fool by Jack Johnson and kissed her temple.

She shifted and turned to face him. He stopped touching her to take a drink. They were always thirsty. She said, “What if… When you come back home, you come to me?”

He looked away before he looked back, focusing on everything about her face except her eyes until he answered. “What if… You were my home?” He touched her bottom lip with his thumb.

She kissed him slowly at first. His kiss was late nights with thunderstorm sunrise. It was hot showers and the smell of his shirt after he was gone. The kiss was whiskey and the taste of rain.