Rain, rain, and more rain.

Oh... man.

Relapse?

I think yes.

It all started when I walked out to my car and into the open garage.

I traveled to the very edge nearing the pouring rain.

I stopped abruptly.

Staring.

Just hopelessly staring at the stormy sky and falling droplets of water.

I couldn't move.

The thought of entering the rain was more threatening

than entering acid poison draining from the sky.

Too many memories.

Floods and floods, coming and coming.

Of Elder.

Remember, we dated October and November.

Which meant...

Rain.

Rain.

Rain.

How many memories do I have of us running

wild and crazy through the streets in the heavy rain?

Dancing.

Soaking wet.

Elder tackling me to the ground.

Wrestling on the cement floor.

Kicking,

Fighting,

Screaming,

Tickling,

Laughing.

Only to end with a somber kiss.

Sitting up and knowing this was love.

His ocean blue eyes pouring into mine.

The sly, flawless crooked smile on his face.

That look that made me know I was special to him.

Thats when life was good.

Reality was finally better than my dreams.

I saw those memories flash before my eyes.

Like a movie.

Tears suddenly flooded my face.

The memories wouldn't stop.

There is a dear Taylor Swift song titled:

Sparks Fly

The lyrics of the chorus are such as:

Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those [blue] eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Something that'll haunt me when you're not around
cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile

I became obsessed with this experience becoming a reality so

I became determined to make it happen.

So when the next rainstorm appeared,

I was prepared.

I texted Elder as the droplets began to drizzle.

"What are you doing?"

"Just been waiting for you to text me :)"

"Well, do you want to meet me at the spot?"

"I'll be there in ten minutes :)"

Man, he was so great.

I jumped in my car and sped off to our little romantic spot.

Satisfied, I showed up a few minutes before him.
The rain falling a little harder.

Zoooommm.

The little white car shot around the corner.

I prayed my little plan would be accomplished today.

I stepped out of my car.

I stood on the sidewalk and 

I just smiled as he pulled around the round-about.
I began to shiver as my clothes were drenched with water.

He turned off his car, looking at me skeptically.

I zoned in on him, using only our eyes for communication.

The boy could practically read my mind.

Before I knew it, he was out of his car,

sprinting towards me.

An animal hunting it's prey.

With one hand placed on the back of my neck

and the other secured around my waist,

he gave me the kiss of my life.

Just as my little song predicted,

We had our first kiss in the rain.

Memories.

Coming.

Flooding.

Tears.

Heartbreak.

Help?

At least I haven't forgotten him.

Those memories will always be with me.

He will always be with me.

Almost four months without him.

Bahhh.