Issue 15
Rain
Julie Shapiro
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Tasting the Rain
Water splashed my face. Tina whizzed by. Kicking my feet hard I caught up;
our limbs bumped and crashed into each other racing to the pool's edge. At
the deep end, catching our breath we looked upward. The sky blackened.
Tina said, "Watch me." A burst of thunder followed her voice. She floated on
her back as the rain fell. I did the same looking over my shoulder every now
and then making sure not to crash into the pool. I asked her, "What's the
big deal?"
She stuck her fingers out protectively as her head barely missed crashing
against the side of the pool. "I caught ten raindrops in my mouth." Tina
leaned in against me and whispered, "It's bad luck if you don't taste the
rain."
The next day, I sat in the wet grass leaning against a pine tree, titling my
head up to the sky, sticking out my tongue, wiggling it like a lizard from
side to side, and laughing as the rain washed my mouth. I closed my eyes
imagining the rainwater as my first kiss; raindrops becoming lips, touching
the velvet above his mouth as his tongue touched mine. It tasted like honey.
~Julie Shapiro
Julie Shapiro is a freelance writer. Her short stories have appeared in
Mega Era Magazine, Millenniumshift, Orgease Journal, Word Riot, and Story South. Email.
© 2004 by Julie Shapiro. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2004 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.