The flash fiction piece I'm going to publish today is an echo of that same feeling. Longing in a good way, just a little ache. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
Over the Rainbow
"Somewhere over the rainbow... way up high...." The soothing dulcet tones do nothing to alleviate my desires or my foul mood. The skies outside are full of darkening clouds, stacked high into the sky like precarious plates, slate grey and pregnant with rain. They fit my mood, which is also threatening to burst. It's been just shy of three weeks, but it feels like an eternity. I replay our conversation before he left for Europe, over and over.
"I'll be back before you know it, baby. I love you. I love you so much." He has too much faith in me, and I'm drowning in emotions unnameable and unshakable. The hole that's left by his absence threatens to swallow me, the echo of words and deeds we shared before he departed circling my mind like the winds are currently circling the skies, bringing the downpour. His lips on mine. His warm, slick skin pressed into me. The way his hands clasped mine, passionately, tightly and in control. Those words.
"You are mine. Kiss me, love. Make love to me. Mine... mine... mine... be mine...." The rain starts, slow at first, shockingly cold. I tilt my face up to the torrent in the skies, feeling the cool water on my hot face, washing my skin, cleansing my soul. Rejuvenating, pulling at my emotions to let go. I begin to cry as the rain continues to fall from the heavens, not weeping, but allowing silent tears to mingle with the moisture gathering on my skin. As I shed my silent tears, my heart heals. Just a little. Rain has healing powers, or so I have come to believe. Another thought rises, unbidden. Kissing him on the front lawn, in the pouring rain, wrapped in one another. The warm blanket that surrounded us when we made our way, laughing, back inside.
Two. More. Days. Two days seems too long to wait until I can have him in my arms again. Now, all I feel is the absence of his presence, even standing on the front lawn. My mood begins to darken; silent tears now come with sound. Quiet at first. The torrent in my chest builds with the rain. Gone... Gone... Gone. He's gone. He says for a few days, but it hurts too much for that.
Sunlight suddenly bursts through the clouds, momentarily blinding me, as the song playing inside the house crescendos. I look up into the light, dazzled. I smile, mood breaking like the glow suddenly breaking through the darkness. My heart, so heavy, feels lighter than it has in days. I know suddenly that he's thinking about me. I can feel it in my bones, even with the thousands of miles that separate us. I can wait. I will wait. For I am his. He is mine.
My phone vibrates, forgotten in my back pocket. The rain continues to pour, so I do not bother to check it, not just yet. I know who it is, and my heart lightens. Sure enough, when I get a moment to look, it's a message from him.
I miss you. I can't wait to see you. Two more days. It almost seems too long, especially with all this rain. I love you, J.
"..Where troubles melt like lemon drops, way above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me...." I enter the house, cleansed. Come home safe to me, my love. Come home to me.
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