Welcome to this week’s featured writing prompt. Write a story, poem and/or scene in which rain becomes a prominent feature.
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Dear Lover~
The clouds threatened to release all their woes and hurt, today. I felt their sorrow in my joints, especially the left elbow, the one I shattered several years ago. It’s my connection to the elements, as you are the current that grounds and holds me to this place of unknown understanding. The pull is strongest during the darkest part of the day, or under dark looming clouds close to heartbreak.
These feelings, the grounding, are our invisible wires entwined; they expel crystal blue sparks the closer we are to one another. I wear you brightly within, but you’re hardly noticeable from the exterior. I hold it in check, always. It’s a feeling, this sense of you that I wear around and within. It’s not physical or measurable but its strength is not questionable.
Today, the pull of the elements was too strong to contain me inside. I challenged them to hold back just long enough for me to walk through the atmosphere, allowing me to release my energy by punching through the low hanging black that hung thickly around the City buildings. Each step I kicked with power not my own, or was it, I am not sure. My arms swinging with determined control powered with ease by the strength of my stride, both fluid movements continuing to push me farther and faster. With each step, I fought back the surge of energy threatening to flow out of me.
Oh lover, I swelled as the clouds overhead, darker and darker I became inside, so dark I was no longer certain if I was walking on hard surface through the streets of the City or if I was in the air among the clouds. The black inside came up as quickly as the storm did. Anger is black or is it red, or is red, fury? I was confused. I stepped further into my own self, looking for a clue, to a trail that would lead me back to higher, enlightened ground, to a safe haven. To you, to your arms, to your side, where I might beat at your chest with my balled fists, or lie quietly, calmed by the beat of your heart.
There is nothing quite like the feel of another’s heart, it’s a one and only, and never, not ever lost in the archives of a person’s memories. It’s firm, it’s resolute, it’s carved in a person’s marrow for all time. It’s part of an unknown understanding that grows between two lovers, even distance or time cannot erase. I only had to give myself a shake to feel the pull of the current, the pull of you, to understand that the ache in my joints belonged to me, and not the clouds.
When I gave way so did the clouds. The walk back through the streets became easier with each step as both the clouds and I gave way to the inevitable, brighter and lighter was the journey as were my steps, the closer I came to you, Even if it was only the memory of your heart beating with mine.
Lover, my heart aches for you to return to mine.