Putting the dishes in the sink I begin to notice the sound of rain outside. The patter as the drops hit the patio, the drip as they fall into the pool, and the slap as they hit the glass table we eat on.

Something about the rain does something to me. I feel chills run down my spine as I hear it pick up. I love that sound. The way it washes out everything dirty on the ground, to bring it new. Watering nature to have the flowers shine brighter, the grass greener, and trees to grow.

Lost in my thoughts I don’t hear her coming from down the hall from our daughters room. Having just put her to bed, hopefully asleep for the night, she walks into the kitchen. My hands still wrist deep in water, ears listening to the sound of the rain.

She sees the look on my face, knowing me so well, she knows how I love the rain. She knows what it does to my body. She knows that for some reason I makes me feel sexy.

After making love one night, the door to the patio off our bedroom left open, hearing the rain I tell her how I have a fantasy of having her while making love in the rain.

Still I don’t know that she there till I feel her hand wrap around mine pulling it out of the water. She looks me in the eye and I know in an instant what she is doing. First rinsing the soap from them, she dries them off, gently taking them while leading me outside.

Not being a cold night this evening, the coolness of the rain temps to do what it can to even the heat coming from out bodies.

She guides me over to the lounge chair we have on the back patio. I feel the chair against the back of my legs as she turns us around.

Blinking the rain drops off my eyelashes I try to keep my gaze on her, as I haven’t lost it since the moment in the kitchen.

The weight of my tank top is heavier then normal as she reaches down to pull it off my head. I raise my arms over head to help. A shiver down my body, I don’t know if it is from the intense look coming from her eyes or the feeling of the cool water hitting my bare chest.