posted on May, 19 2017 @ 01:42 PM
A KISS IN THE RAIN
It's when the rain comes down,
I drift away in the noise.
Just noise... background tinkling & chatter.
Distant rumbles, no sense, no logic, no voice.
They grey skies melt and merge,
No single cloud, no shape, no definition.
A blank canvas for the mind to drift into...
Like a void... an echo chamber for blurry old memories.
So, I'll rummage about in the loft,
Dig up my old record player, (yes I know).
And, I'll dust off some musty old record sleeves,
Filled to the brim each one, with a memory... a smile... a kiss... a tear.
I'll pull the black disc from its covers with a "swoosh"
and smile as I recognise the label, like an old long-lost friend.
I'll turn it against the light, making sure there's no dust in the spiral scratch.
Then plop it onto the mat, click off the safety latch, lift the arm over and...
Flump, It's working! Tick, tick, crackle...
Then that old familIar stomp on the bass pedal.
I feel myself nodding with the beat, pulled in with the first note of the bass guitar.
I'm there, in the moment as the guitars come in and rise to their melodic crescendo.
I've travelled 35 years in 10 seconds...
All the lads, singing along (badly!) at the tops of our voices,
Girls laughing... One girl smiling, shyly.
The race of our hearts, a bead of sweat, a tremor of fear.
That first touch. The electricity in the air.
The smell of her hair spray and perfume,
My arm around her waist as we sway to the flash of the lights.
And then, suddenly... the moment arrives and we pull closer.
The fear disappears, we stare so deep and so long,
A moment in time, yet it spans a lifetime.
Our lips meet and... my heart leaps, my head spins, my knees go weak.
Growing up... first kiss, first love, a story that's been told a thousand times.
Brought to life by the rain, blank skies and an old song on my record player.