The Rain Dance

The window panes shuddered as he crawled back into his bed of disillusion; waiting for lightning to strike him into some state of normalcy. The sky groaned at his naked body, a gift of mockery laid beside him, bantering with his need for her to stay. She always left something behind, maybe it was an excuse for her to return? Or was her mind really that far away when he was near? He let the talisman turn between his fingers, and tried to think of a proper prayer for the occasion. Nothing came to mind. Instead, he allowed the stone figure to contemplate his eyes and waited for her to come back again. She was the only one that could ever make it rain. -James Kelley 2012, All rights reserved.