Awaiting her monsoon…

She sat by the window, with a glass of whiskey in hand and a mind blank, watching the rain pour, through the window of her study. The violent downpour, with just enough thunder to lightly rattle the window-sills, kept her from drowning herself in books. As she watched the rain drops dribble along the window panes, she found her thoughts wavering towards enticing memories from a joyous period of her life.

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Splashing and giggling under the shower, she watched the droplets of water on his shoulder, sliding down his arms. He rubbed both her shoulders and slid his hands to the back of her neck. Her heart raced in anticipation.

A sudden din, from the bolt, brought her back to her senses. The jolt. Off her thoughts went again…

He yanked her against him with only a thin film of water between them, which only stuck them closer to skin. A rush went through every inch of her touching his skin, right down to her toes. His sigh at the contact and the tightening of his arms further made her pulse jump.

She tried to force the memory out, sipped her drink and watched the earth soak up all the rain and still yearn. She could sympathize with that well. She knows how it feels to be in a drought.

He had a contented smile on his face as he wrapped all of her lush, dark hair in a towel and dried her up. He loved touching her. She smiled at his attentions, knowing he'd use all excuses to keep his hands on her. She loved his smile. She loved his touch. She loved all of him.

With a bitter sigh, she downed the last finger of her drink, realizing the whiskey did nothing to warm her cold heart. She’d wait for him to find home again.

For one more touch, one more shower,

One more evening by the fire

She’d wait this lifetime and the next.

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