Seduced In The Rain

It is pouring rain, and I am in a better mood than I have been in weeks. I love the rain, I always have; I love the sound of it, the way it cleanses the world around me and I especially love being out in it as it taps all across my body as if I am in the world’s largest shower. I am smiling as I walk home, allowing the water to soak through my clothing, and thoroughly enjoying the feeling as my shirt and skirt begin to cling to my body. I am lost in my own happy world, not a care in the world when a soft voice surprises me out of my self induced trance. Excuse me, Miss? You say a second time, knowing I had completely missed it on your first attempt. I look around, a slightly dazed look on my face until I see a pair of eyes looking at me from above a barely rolled down car window parked at the curb. Something about those eyes, they grab and hold my attention and I stop in my tracks, just staring. You speak again, asking if I know where the Holiday Inn on Devonshire Street is, and for a moment I have completely lost my voice; I am completely taken by those stunning eyes that have reduced my world to only them.

A moment later I watch as the car window rolls down a little more and I am now seeing that there is a beautiful woman that goes with those eyes, and that the smile you are flashing me is even more breathtaking then the eyes that first drew me in. I stand on the sidewalk, lost in the features of your face as the rain falling on me is completely forgotten. Your smile never falters as you ask me if I can show you where the hotel you are looking for is located, offering me a ride home if I will show you, and even though I was loving the walk I was having in the rain I have given that up immediately for a chance to spend another moment of time in the encompassing world of your eyes, your warm, comforting smile. I nod and you gesture with your chin as you lean across the cab to unlock your passenger side door and a moment later I find myself climbing in and sitting down across from you without hesitation.

Once inside your car I suddenly become self-conscious, through the rain beaded windows of your car I wasn’t aware of how truly beautiful you are, and now I find myself unable to look away from those piercing eyes. I can feel my face go flush with blood and I somehow manage to eventually tear my eyes away and look down at my hands after an agonizing long silent moment. Hello, you say in a velvety voice just above a whisper, I am Sarah. You offer your hand and I take it, feeling a sudden electric shock as our fingers touch. I bite my lower lip in a moment of nervousness and croak through a suddenly parched dry throat that my name is Kara and that I am pleased to meet you. So, Kara you ask, breaking another long moment of silence as your hand finally allows mine to fall free, where were you headed in this downpour?