Chapter 3 The Kiss of Love

So, as we sat there, enveloped in each other, the rain started to pour. It started as a whisper, and grew into a shrill whistle, so that Jordan’s tears falling were no match for the rain now coming down in sheets. Um… can I interrupt the story for a minute? No, okay, maybe it’s a bad time. Well, the rain continued to pour, and I understood what Jordan was feeling. His mom was somehow sick from Alicia, and although it didn’t make sense that he wasn’t sick, I ignored that thought, and continued to hold him. I guess I just didn’t know enough about her sickness to diagnose anybody right now. As we sat there, Jordan’s head cradled in my arms, his wet tears falling into my lap, the rain almost seemed as though it were singing a song. “Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Rushing through your hair, rushing….” It was so peaceful, although it did seem as though the storm were trying to tell us something. I was glad Rita was busy with the Chris situation. And sure enough, Jordan fell asleep. I laid my head on his, and carefully positioned myself into a sleeping position, so that I would not wake Jordan up, and fell asleep.