Silent Rain
The rain falls silently tonight. You can hardly hear the drops touch the ground. I remember the last time it rained liked this. It was when I had my first kiss. I was in high school at the time. I had grown fond of this young man in my African American Studies course. I liked him alot, and never have I felt this way about anyone before. On Valentine’s Day, I gave him a small-heart shaped box of chocolates from the dollar store. Before class started, I ran into him while walking down the hallway. I pulled him toward the side of the corridor and took the tasty gift out of my backpack. Holding the chocolates in my hand, I was suddenly frozen, but then I looked at him. He was tall, handsome, brown eyes, neatly braided cornrows, muscular around the arms and chest, but still, those things didn’t seem to matter. He was a great person, who I had enjoyed many conversations with. I looked into his eyes, which began to light up at the sight of the chocolates. My fear melted away, and I said, “This is for you.” He smiled, took the chocolate, and wrapped his arms around me. I placed my hands on his back. And suddenly, I felt overwhelmed by his touch. As we let go of each other, he said, “thank you” and proceeded to class. I just stood there, giggling with a huge grin on my face. Then he turned around and asked me if I was coming. I then instantly turned around and followed him to class. Towards the end of the day it began to rain. I met my friends at the soda machine and we stepped outside. As I began to walk down the school steps and onto the pavement I heard him call my name. I look up and there he was running towards me. He grabbed my arms and kissed me. I put my arms around him as I embraced this moment. When we pulled away from each other, I stared at him again. I couldn’t hear anything, and my attention was placed solely on him. He was very wet, his clothes pressed close to his body. He was still held on to me, and said, “I love you.” The rain was still falling, but I couldn’t hear it the ground.