Raindance
We danced in the rain until it washed away our last excuse.
The music was gone, but neither of us noticed when it stopped. The rain filled in the space instead with a steady, simple drum. We should have stepped back. That was the agreement, even if we never said it out loud.
But you didn’t let go of my hand.
And I didn’t pull away.
There was a moment where either of us could have made a joke, broken it, reset everything back to safe. We both knew how to do that. We were good at it.
You looked at me like you were waiting for permission you didn’t need.
“Tell me to stop,” you said.
I thought about it. I really did.
Then I shook my head.
That was all it took.
The distance between us disappeared, enough that pretending wasn’t an option anymore. And standing there, soaked and a little breathless, I realised something simple.
Right here, right now… it was about what we were finally willing to admit, and it was no longer about the storm.
