Rainy Day's

It’s a Rainy Day

 

On rainy days I often find myself at a loss as to what I should do. The rain drizzles down leaving puddles beneath my window the air becomes sticky with heated breathe, hair becomes limp or frizzy faces become oily and dirt is prevalent. A good day to read? Yes, A good day to sleep? Yes, a good day to make mud pies for nostalgic memories? Unfortunately Yes. Maybe it’s because I have read one to many books or the fact that I allow my mind to drift on rainy days I find it hard to pin down my thoughts it makes me think of mystical things like, A witches swamp or maybe sleepy hollow. Yes on such days as this I have come up with many a horrific or funny tale.

 As I continue to stare out the window as raindrops ripple the pool of water caught beneath a clogged gutter. I can only feel reminiscent of the first time we met. It was much like this day I was jogging along the winding trail in a park when a fallen leaf captured my foot's attention sending my skidding down a muddy embankment. I was nasty and bleeding because of the brambles that had ripped at my clothes you were crisp and clean as you lifted me from the embankment your heartbeat steady skin warm and voice deep. A raindrop awoke me from the waning blackness. As I was laid on the ambulance gurney and whisked away I couldn’t help but remember your violet eyes and dark hair. Had I dreamt it? Surely no one real could ever possess such beautiful strange eyes. After the bump on my head and sprain in my ankle healed I was back to my jogging still unsure of reality and dream. Each day though I found at the top of a hill stood a majestic wolf like dog with icy eyes always following me as if watching over me. I soon tired of being its soul view but no matter where I decided to run the wolf would always be there. On another rainy day I decided to end the strange dog sighting and would simply not go to my regular park and would instead hike a trail near my home. I walked the drizzle only slight enough to make me uncomfortable but not enough to end my work out.  As I hiked on I tired finding that it was time for my descent back into the bustling society bellow the mountain I had attempted to climb. But the night had caught me by surprise and so too did the weather, as the shadows made unsure of my footing  I soon found myself stepping into hole of some sort and toppling down a hill. I was awash in pain the world before me blotching with a deep blackness my head swam in exhaustion I felt the whole of my situation and I had no hope I had been stupid , I had forgone safety and now I would pay the price. Tears had streaked my face as I tried to move the cold and wet had saturated my clothes. I knew that death had caught my number and he wouldn’t let go. I heard the cracking of limbs and heavy breathing. Just above out of my reach I saw to icy blue eyes staring down at me. My breathe caught fear struck me, but instead of the mauling I was suspecting I heard whimpering and then he was gone. I cried all this trouble and I still had not lost my pursuer. What an idiot I am. I closed my eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep. I began to feel pricks of heat and soft brushes to my face. Alarmed I opened my eyes to find myself encircled by a man’s arms. The warmth was my feet being warmed a heated blanket I looked up my body stiff with pain Violet eyes stared back at me. A whimper came from the bed side there sat the wolf his icy eyes staring in what seemed worry. The man spoke his deep voice vibrating into my shoulder which was leaned up against his chest.  “His name is Nuka.”  “Nuka… Is he yours?” “I guess you could say that, I make sure he stays alive.” “Who are you?” he said nothing. My heart beginning to flutter with fear “Who are you? And where am I ?” still nothing as I tried to escape his grasp he tightened pulling me closer  and quietly he whispered into my ear “  I am going to be the owner of your heart…. Because you are the owner of mine and as to where you are, you are in my home.” “What “He covered my mouth with his own spreading to me a deep soul warming kiss.  I smiled as I watched the road before me as Nuka and the man I had come to know and love as Kendrick came holding the hand of our little violet eyed son. Rain is my favorite memory those clouds always bring new joys on the horizon. Always allowing mystical things to stay as reality.