I crawl out of our bed and let my legs hang over the side. Looking out the window, I see the usual dull foginess left after the rain from last night. The sun wasn’t up yet. Good. Maybe I have a little time to get back under the covers. It’s cold outside of our sheets. The thin layer of sweat on my skin was evaporating, making me shiver. ‘Just go back under.’ I think. ‘Just go back under the covers and be warm. Be next to her.’ But I can’t. I look over at the night stand. Six thirty four AM. School started in a hour. I couldn’t be late. Not today. She’d have to leave….

I turn around and look at the woman lying in my bed. She has her head buried beneath one of the pillows. The slow rise and fall of her chest proved that I hadn’t stirred her from her slumber. God she’s beautiful. It’s hard to even imagine that she took care of me all these years. I would’ve never guessed it. It’s been almost 6 years since we first started doing this. It’s something I love..but hate at the same time. How I can make love to her and not have any care in the world. How I can cling to her and let every bad thing that happened to me that day just melt away. The only thing I hate about this….this woman gave me life. Sometimes when I find myself praying to God, I beg him to make my Mom someone, anyone else.

But I know that that’s impossible.

So I pray harder for rain.

 Gently, I reach over and shake her awake. She uncovers her head and looks at me. "Hmm?" she murmurs. After looking at the clock, she realizes why I woke her.

"I’m sorry..School…." I say, trying not to sound to sad. She understands and lowers her head back down on the bed. These little meetings of ours were beggining to become harder and harder to end. I stare down at my feet. Tears begin to stream out of my eyes. It’s foolish. We go through this every morning after it rains. The grey morning outside reflects our moods perfectly. We don’t say anything once the sun shines. Never. Ever. It is a unspoken rule.  The rain brings us together, and the sun pulls us apart. It’s been this way since…since I was twelve I think. Maybe younger? Maybe older. I don’t really care anymore. All that matters is us. Me and her. We can make love until our bodies shut down. All we need is the rain. Maybe a little thunder to cover up her screams..and a little lightning to make us both closer…..