July 2010
18 posts
"Fuck it"
We had been spending long lazy days indoors, hemmed in by the downpours of rainy season in a tiny town called Dali, southern China. Throughout this time, a small spark of flirty friction had been smouldering, growing between us. You were almost a decade older than me, and had just binned off your whole career to go travelling before 30 onwards trapped you forever. I was trying to travel some...
No rain
I once was involved with an unsuitable man. Here’s a note from me to him to the ether.
It might not be the rain. It’s more a combination of city streets, and late at night, and that particular smell after the rain has come down. There are some places that still jolt my heart a little, even though you and I are a story long ago. Some streets I cannot walk without thinking of you. You...
Take Me Dancing...
… Naked In The Rain”
Set to the soundtrack of the “Blue Pearl” song; a solitary kiss from a girl from just south of the Tyne. “I’m a Maccum, not a Geordie” she informed me, just outside the pool hall of the holiday park I was staying on.
She wrote to me once, beautiful girl. A handwritten letter, a tape of songs with too much meaning inferred. I...
One Moment of Self-Control
In the light early hours of the morning I walked her home. It was the end of just another night out and we wandered slowly through the empty streets, looking occasionally (as people will do) through the windows of the houses we passed. Most were still and empty, though some were actually stirring despite the hour.
I can’t remember when or how I noticed her hand holding mine. I wasn’t...
It was a Sunday and our first date. We had take away hot chocolates, smiles that made your face hurt and shelter from the pouring rain inside a small wooden train in a kid’s playground.
I once went nuts and took a girl on a first date to Amsterdam. But that date hiding in a train during a downpour still wins… and still makes me smile 5 years later.
Realising i loved him.
My ex and i shared one of our first kisses in the rain and at that moment i realised i loved him. We were on our 2nd date so i didnt think i should express my love to him right yet but it turns out he felt the same way that night when we kissed.
We were coming back on the bus from town and because we were having such a good time we decided to miss both our stops so we had to walk home. We were...
KissMS
A thunderstorm in Oxford. A walk home over a bridge. Clothes soaked. A bed, not as warm as it could be. A text sent: “Consider this a romantic rain-soaked kiss goodnight. x”
Waking up the morning afterwards, I found my phone had buzzed in the next. A text received: “Then consider this you seductive kiss good morning. x”
Two Xs have never meant so much.
December Rain
I kissed him and in that instant I knew: I knew that I loved him.
The heavens opened above us as we kissed, rain drops flattening our hair to our heads like glue and seeping in through my winter coat causing it to stick to me in odd patches like damp cotton wool. Not that I noticed at the time - I was too caught up in that moment & that kiss to notice much of anything. All I could hear was my...
Sour Rain
Sour Rain
No fortean event, just someone’s good fortune
someone I used to know- too cold- someone I used
to share surprises with: a kiss, a cigarette in the rain.
Rain pooled us for one night, a collective
of two piled in under a shared raven of umbrella
one wing flapping, prescient now -
now she’s a coconut grin in an flare of static,
the dust jacket gives peep to a face, almost familiar,
a...
Maybe you should kiss me?
I actually asked for a kiss in the rain because we had just met, we both liked each other and it was April.
We had started running to find shelter - but it was too far. I shouted, ‘Wait! Maybe you should kiss me?’ Why he asked. ‘Because it’s raining’ and he did.
I had always wanted too and I guess my fantasy really dictated that first kiss! Thanks must go to The...
dazed and kind of confused
We were both 16; she was the oddest girl in the school with her big round glasses and wild curly hair and eccentric family of mad brothers; we wrote each other poetry, and we wrote out lines of poetry written by others – mostly Sylvia Plath it has to be said. My ex-boyfriend fancied her and her brother fancied me, but I paid no attention to them. Our school was in the centre of the city, but we...
The courtyard
I sat with her, on the steps, we were talking, it was bizarre she was younger, Irish, and to my surprise attracted to me…
This didn’t happen to me, I chased, I wooed; well i attempted.
I am not entirely sure how it happened, i knew we were soaking, and had returned from the pub together, we had kissed on the steps, and somehow we were kissing outside.
It seemed like it would be...
Roundabouts and Street Lights.
We kissed on the roundabout. It was dark, and we were lit by the orange glow reflected off the puddles on the roads. He was very practical. We were walking the several miles home. Saved on the taxi, and I didn’t complain, it was longer awake, around, with him.
The rain was soft, heavy, but soft, and the sound of the song “Clark Gable” was ringing in my mind. I grabbed his hand...
Leaving New York
I kissed Bobby goodbye for the last time as it started to drizzle outside Grand Central station. As the bus pulled away, the fine mist turned to soaking drops and as they ran down the window they mirrored the torrent of tears on the face looking out on the city streets.
Reservoir Rendezvous
It was the usual meeting place, though we both knew it’s time was coming to an end. The excuses to visit there were wearing thin on us and the others around us. Still, it was our place, and always would be.
We journeyed from opposite sides of the still water, wandered the twisting, dusty path ‘till we reached the shady place that was always ours. Open enough to feel the wind gust...
Walk Between The Raindrops
I associate kissing in the rain with my youth. Coming out of the pub to find a torrent of wetness. He grabs me and he holds my face in his hands, and we kiss the sodden life out of each other. Or an awkward silence at my front door, avoiding the ‘want to come in for coffee’? question. I stand motionless as the heavens open, and he plants a damp kiss on my lips before disappearing into...
Just because I'm sorry doesn't mean I didn't enjoy...
“Love you” I call as I close the door and start to wave frantically. Hands waving back I watch as the car leaves, my friends – the last link to something I can’t quite articulate - disappearing into the night.
The car no longer visible, I turn round. Max looks back at me and holds out his hand.
I’d like to say that there is hesitation as I hold my hand out to meet his. But doubt would...
I was 16 when I kissed a girl for the first time, which is embarrassing for me to admit even now, 11 years later. At the time it felt like I was the last person I knew to do anything; and kissing was just another club to which I didn’t belong. I mean, my voice had only just dropped (there’s no flavour of embarrassment quite like answering the phone and someone politely asking “Is that Mrs....