Letter I Never Sent #9

I was running through the rain the other day with your letter in my hand. Each drop of water reminded me of your touch. Soft, delicate and the impact sent adrenaline through my body. Lightning resembled the spark between us. Thunder was the connection we shared, hidden but heard my many. The sound of it all soothed me like your voice always did. By the time I reached my car I sat there soaking wet. Your letter was covered in kisses from the rain.

The ink smeared.

Not like it mattered anyway. All we ever said to each other were smudges of what we actually wanted to say. Maybe you won't be able to read it completely, the same way we struggle with reading one another. Piecing the readable parts together might help my message come across. Yet, if you lose your patience you'll never figure out what I've been trying to tell you. Should there be a delay with the arrival of this letter, please, bare with me as the storm passes.

Sincerely,

Anonymous Jennie