Rain Girl

A post from "Romantic Walk" from a year ago, thought I'd be green and recycle.


It was a warm day as I was walking through the park when it suddenly began to rain. I was about two miles from my car so I thought I’d embrace it and take a stroll in the cooling rain. She was standing at a fork in the path wearing a small smirk on her face as she looked at my rain soaked body. I stopped and without a word she took my hand and led me back into the park. There we found a secluded park bench that overlooked a duck pond. We sat silently, alone in the park, letting the rain fall on us as we watched the drops make ripples as they fell into the pond. I tried to think of something to say, “Hi, I’m an Aquarius, what sign are you?” No, too stupid. “I see you enjoy the rain, how about taking a shower with me?” No, too forward. So I sat there waiting for my heart to quick pounding so I could hear myself think of some useful, non-idiotic thing to say.

Just as suddenly as the rain started, it stopped. The ducks were swimming under a rainbow that appeared across the pond. And just as suddenly, she stood still holding my hand, and kissed me on the forehead. She gave me another one of her smirks and was gone.

I sat, soaking wet, looking across the pond, contemplating what had just happened, trying to sort out my feelings when I felt someone watching me. I looked down the path she had taken and an older couple stood there, looking at a drenched man sitting on a wet park bench. They too were soaked so I wondered if they had seen the girl and which way she had gone.

I stood and walked toward them, but what I observed sent chills though my body. His eyes were familiar, as was the way he stood. She too looked like someone I knew, but I couldn’t place how I knew them. As I came closer, the top of his hand caught my eye; on it was the same tattoo of a bullpup that was on mine. I froze in my tracks as they passed by and as I turned to look at them they sat down on the same bench my Rain Girl and I were sitting. I began to see it clearly now, that man was me, 50 years older and the lady was my Rain Girl. The old lady looked at me and gave me a smirk and pointed up the path. I turned and as I started to run after my girl, I glanced back at the old couple. The bench was empty as they were swept back up in time, but their message was clear. I found her at the same fork in the path where she was earlier. She finally spoke, “It took you long enough,” her voice sounded like a smooth jazz melody.

I said, “It’s not every day that you fall in love, it took me by surprise.”

She took my hand again, “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

This time it was my turn to smirk.