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Bleeding Rain


            People enter and leave our lives, things change and the world continues to spin; the sun continues to rise. Every once and again we come across someone who can completely change our lives. One action, one smile, one word, one long kiss goodbye nearly anything can leave a lasting impression on all things to come. Standing in the rain, I can only vision the pale face that helped me see the brighter side of life. Colleen's reassuring smile ripples in every puddle of sweet September rain I set my eyes upon; her words of advice echo in the ocean with every sandcastle I build. .
             All we had to keep our minds from slipping out of consciousness that calm summer morning was an occasional whistle dusting the maple leaves, maple leaves which shaded our strawberry noses. The decrescendo in every song the barn swallow sang led me to believe even he was intoxicated by the sweet summer stillness. Eyes closed, sun ripening our scraped knees, neither of us noticed the rain cloud tiptoeing overhead. I felt so content lying there on my back, tickled if you will. Tickled by the dry grass surrounding my neck, the soft breeze circling my naked toes, and Colleen's gentle breath drawing in and out, blending with silence. My body was drifting into a trance. A trance of wonder, a trance of security, a trance embracing memories, a trance interrupted by a clear liquid pouncing upon the bridge of my nose. The drop had already relaxed enough to follow the curves of my cheek to the ground before my eyelids sprang open in shock revealing my emotional blue eyes. "Did you feel that?" I asked Colleen. The flat tone in her voice as she lifted her shoulders from the ground suggested she had been drifting off from reality as well. "No," she replied. Her gaze followed my eyes to the heavens. There, floating in a crisp ocean of blue sky was a single cloud. .
             A few more raindrops fell as we simply stared at one another, blank smiles plastered against our faces.


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