You will never fail to change the pure quality of the rain; from irregular cold droplets staining my hair and rolling leisurely down your cheek to sheeting meltwater, drowning both of us; and the heat of the damp air. I feel my feet pressing into the ground as the ebullience of the blackened water winks at me with tear filled eyes, and my ears ring in the radiating silence as I stand facing away from you watching the last flutter of the tawny gold sun shyly leaves us in peace behind the folds of the softly shadowed crags. The mustiness of the night smothers any form of warmth that may have existed and I feel the edged sharpness of a chill stagger its way down my chest and arms, rising goosebumps in its wake. The breath of your laugh and the mellow of your cheek against mine makes me start. You laugh at me. The shreds of water falling through the air and splashing into nothingness at our feet hover for a second as the world turns their attention to the heaviness of the moment. I feel everything, raw and acute as a solid bubble of fear and exalt wraps itself around us.
The blackened water spreads its teeth in a ripple of agitation and embraces me like and old friend. The coldness is exquisite in the strength of its bite.
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