kisses in the rain
pandora
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The excitement anticipation was always so great.
Just to see his face, a flash, his eyes to mine across a crowded bar.
My stomach would do a somersault, my heart skip a beat, my breath come short.
It was as though I stood alone exposed for that moment.
Everything in the room just disappeared when I saw him.
I would imagine long before the day, wonder if we would talk this time.
Would he smile? Would he even see me?
His beautiful deep baritone, the bass blending, his shy stage presence,
dressed in dark with golden hair.
His smile, his laugh, his green eyes.
For years I lived this thrill.
Weekend after weekend, bar after bar, I followed.
My friends would smile and shake their heads, thought it foolhardy, harmless.
It was neither and I wonder now, 30 odd years later, does he remember the rain?
The kisses in the rain.
There in the parking lot as I left the bar early, between set breaks, he follows.
He follows me.
He is close to my car, standing in the beautiful rain.
Beautiful, standing in the dim streetlight.
In the beautiful rain
For me.
It is wetting his hair, rolling down his cheeks to his smiling lips
as he leans in my car window and kisses me in the rain.
In the rain.
My face is wet now from his, I can taste the rain, soft smooth cool on his lips.
The drops are covering us as we linger in each others gaze, eyes wet and smiling.
As a dream lasts forever,
kisses in the rain last a lifetime.
Just to see his face, a flash, his eyes to mine across a crowded bar.
My stomach would do a somersault, my heart skip a beat, my breath come short.
It was as though I stood alone exposed for that moment.
Everything in the room just disappeared when I saw him.
I would imagine long before the day, wonder if we would talk this time.
Would he smile? Would he even see me?
His beautiful deep baritone, the bass blending, his shy stage presence,
dressed in dark with golden hair.
His smile, his laugh, his green eyes.
For years I lived this thrill.
Weekend after weekend, bar after bar, I followed.
My friends would smile and shake their heads, thought it foolhardy, harmless.
It was neither and I wonder now, 30 odd years later, does he remember the rain?
The kisses in the rain.
There in the parking lot as I left the bar early, between set breaks, he follows.
He follows me.
He is close to my car, standing in the beautiful rain.
Beautiful, standing in the dim streetlight.
In the beautiful rain
For me.
It is wetting his hair, rolling down his cheeks to his smiling lips
as he leans in my car window and kisses me in the rain.
In the rain.
My face is wet now from his, I can taste the rain, soft smooth cool on his lips.
The drops are covering us as we linger in each others gaze, eyes wet and smiling.
As a dream lasts forever,
kisses in the rain last a lifetime.
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i miss the midwest's summer storms.
where did this take place?
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
it was Milwaukee, that's my home town. Could have been a number of places
Humpin Hanna's, Up& Under Pub, Tracks, The Stone Toad, Beneath the Street, lots of cool places back then.
Milwaukee has a tavern on every corner, I miss that!
and wisconsin enjoys lots of cold.
bars and snow
bars and snow
um... nicely done
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Very romantic memory to hold onto. I was the victor in my battle and this lifetime tells the story.
In the rain last weekend was amazing, I'm the lucky one.