Monsoon Kiss

He could hear that monsoons in full fury as made his way up to the terrace. They seemed to have returned with a vengeance this afternoon with the thick dark clouds completely obliterating the sun. He pushed at the iron door which opened out to the terrace and saw large rain droplets hit the terrace floor with determination. The winds whistled even as the coconut trees cowered. In the midst of all this, there she stood - a golden droplet of sunshine. He noticed that her pale blue cotton saree was soaked, her sindoor ran down her nose and her wavy hair matted wet. As he walked towards her, her eyes protectively slitted while she flashed a welcoming smile. He waded closer to her in the inch deep water. As he neared her, she extended her left hand and as the fingers intertwined, he closed in on her. His left arm wrapped around her as he tried to catch her gaze with his even as the tips of their noses came into contact. His lips woke up to the possibility of finding hers. Their eyes protectively shut and without much clarity on whose lips sought the other out, they locked each other up in a kiss that was as inevitable as thunder that follows lightning. Their feet, thighs, hips and waists instinctively pulled closer together as the kiss burst to life even as the rain battered harder trying to keep up with the drama. She felt his tongue decisively breach her lips, which took her by surprise. She was even more surprised at her own lack of resistance even as she felt her tongue dart out welcomingly. She felt his hand slide down her back and seek her skin and as she expected she could feel his hand discover the side of her bare waist which her saree had conveniently left uncovered. Her thigh pushed forward seeking his while she felt his hand squeeze the soft skin on the side of her rain-soaked waist and in doing so, he could feel his fingers slip and slide as they battled the rainwater to find his grip.