[ WP ] You Nervously Check To See If the Sky Is Indeed Purple .

She came back inside ten minutes after she'd left; two minutes after the rain started. She dripped all over the hardwood floor and did n't think twice about throwing herself into me. 
 
 `` What happened?'' I ask. She wraps her legs around me, then her arms close behind my neck. 
 
 `` It started raining then these dogs started chasing me and I had to run really fast and now I'm full of adrenaline so just shut up and kiss me.'' She gives me that look. 
 
 Hair spilling everywhere, all sunshine and shivers I push her against the wall of our tiny apartment. She runs small hands through my hair and squeezes her legs around my waist. Starts unbuttoning my shirt. We're really making up this time. 
 
 It starts pouring and I ca n't make her out from the rain. I carry her into our tiny bedroom and fall on top of her and the bed. We roll over. She's on top now. 
 
 I grab her back and slide her shirt off, letting it drop on the floor in a wet pile next to her backpack. She presses her skin against mine. The rain picks up and now she's kissing me, her hands warm as she pulls my hair. I grab her waist and rock her back and forth; she begins the motion on her own and I move up to her bra. 
 
 It's after the storm. I'm laying in bed, she's outside smoking a cigarette on our excuse of a balcony. She says the sky turned purple on account of the rain. I tell her it's us, painted across the evening sky and that someone should make a song about it, make a song about her. She laughs and asks me if I've even seen the clouds that color before. I walk outside and see the mess we made, indigo and all over the place. `` Not until tonight.'' 
 
 
 
 

