Wet Hair

Melancholy rain tormented that reverential road, foiling our routine rendezvous. Still, clothing tattered and hair soaked, our smiling gazes met as we came over the horizon. "Hey!" you shouted over, waveing. "I missed you!" I replied, casting my arm into the air, waving back as with soaked, heavy sleeves. Shortly thereafter, in reach of each other, we extended our arms to eachother in a familiar embrace.

Our defiant but peaceful get-together was destructively put on hiatus as a sudden typhoon swept our legs. Sent flying into the air so suddenly, our drenched forms eventually met amidst the chaotic storm. Knowing it was you, I reached out my hand. Knowing it was me, you extended your hand back to me.

Instinctively, our fingertips met. The storm came to a close, sending out tainted bodies tumbling to the ground, landing on our backs only a few feet from each other. Giddy at the storms end, our heads popped up to see eachother smiling.