Kissing Rayne
by CHRIS TOLIAN
Photography ©2004 FRED ELLIS

I want to know
Have you ever seen rain…                
-CCR

Voice sweet rasping against the clouds, she says, “Watch boy.  Watch.  You ever seen rain?”

That smile of Rayne’s coming on like a thunderstorm.  Big and quiet.  Creeping in like a soft breeze. And then the crescendo that stretches out and hauls you screaming and kicking into the middle of it all.

“So beautiful and amazing.  It’ll break your heart.”

She runs down the street, laughing through the thunder.  People hurl themselves, frustrated and angry into ornate doorways and screeching, spitting taxis.  She turns back toward me, running full out.  Arms flung wide open, dark hair whipping in the wind, amber almond eyes shining with excitement.  The air sparks around her tiny body, charged.  Leaps into me through the emptied street.

Lips collide and everything stops.  Just stops like it was all turned off.  People frozen in place, tires halted in midspin.  The entire city on pause.  She tastes like beauty and confusion and desperate grace.

The light.  A timid, faltering thread of sunshine that managed to break through the heavy bloated sky becomes a wavering backlight.  Shimmering everything.  It all shivers with potential. 

And the rain.  God, the rain.  Rayne’s rain. 

Silence. Drops hang suspended.  Rainblossoms.  A million thousand starred constellation in the shifting light.  I raise a finger.  Touch one.  Smooth, like liquid silver.  Mercury stroking my skin.  It bursts into golden diamond dust.  Pixilated mica snowflakes. 

Sound.  A note.  A bell layered over a voice.  Single, sustained syllable.  I tap three in rapid succession.  Angel speech.  Clear lyric in a language I can feel kissing the edge of awareness without slipping through into comprehension.  Just out of reach.

Rayne looks over and grins and grins to swallow up the whole world.  This is her place, her time.  This is her allowing me in.  She winks, holding a finger to her lips to hush my questions.  She spins with arms thrown wide.  Tight arc, controlled.  Just barely.  Fast out past wild 'til the music speaks.  Glitterstars trail out from her fingertips.  Out over everything.  Sparkles glisten on her skin and in her hair.  Angel voices sing a mad wild song out into the moment.  Frozen and eternal.  A lifetime in an instant. 

The music spills into me.  Pulling and caressing until I am seduced completely.  I spin, heart races.  Feet pound out a rhythm that build and builds.  A deafening crescendo and I can’t stop.  We lock hands and scream and laugh and weep.  Faster and faster til the ground loses us, concrete tumbling away in a tempest of iridescence.  Sky burns and I smell heaven just the other side of her lips.  Clouds part and we are everywhere and everything and it can’t stop and I lose it.  Slip slide past myself and down into her where it is all shiny and bright and beautiful fluorescent oblivion.

Thunder roars through me and the rain falls.  The sun hides behind the roiling clouds.  City noises swallow the last ringing echo of the music.  Rayne spins and spins and laughs calling my name.  Her dance throws water into the hiding places, calling out curses.  Face upturned all teeth and long lashes and beautiful wildness.  Her hair and skin still sparkle.

I know I won’t ever forget kissing Rayne.