A Rainy Spring Night

A shiver went through her fragile body, it must have been the cold and misty raindrops; no words she spoke exuding mystery... a strange gleam I noticed in those teary eyes. I lowered my glance and whispered, " Honey, you must be a little cold! " And yet she didn't mutter a word, but her nodding explained her need. Another thought stroke me as lightening, and that could have been her way of saying, " Hug me with passion and make me feel loved on a rainy spring night when no voices are heard. " Gallantly and devotedly, I put my brown leather jacket on her shivering shoulders by giving a fiery kiss and embrace and I expected she would have exchanged it at any moment... not feeling the nippy breeze brushing her joyful face.