The Kiss In The Last Rain

Carrie a sickly girl met a tall, dark haired boy,

On a wet, rainy day she knew would be her last

Hands clutching the rail, soaked to the skin out in the open

Standing still at the staircase leading to the hospital door,

Looking up at the downpour cruel to hit a weak bone.

Boy stared on at this strange girl then

Bent over and asked, “are you waiting for someone?”

Tapping the umbrella he did not use on the gravel floor.

“No, just for the rain. Waiting for it…. to end”. Carrie softens.

The boy who had destroyed entire worlds with the calm face of a God turned,

Eyes like fire but with a cold darting gaze retorted,

“Why do you wait for the rain to stop….in the rain?”

Brushing off large dribbles of rain across her face,

Carrie let out a whimper as though her windpipe had trapped.

With only so much voice she could force through her tiny mouth,

She smoothed over to him, a final moment of silence to gather

Pushing together a final resolve, said

“Would you kiss me here because I know, when this rain is over…,”

“I would..never..see you again..”

Boy saw her vulnerability there and then and knew,

For he was the master to the lands and dwellers that had to die before him,

Taking souls off names and farewells driven for change.

So he held her hand, gripped her towards him into a warm embrace,

And gently kissed her on her lips,

Drops still beading away their unreserved face,

A satin finish to a slow, ending regret.

He was sure a last wish was heard,

When both breaths touching collide.

Then the rain stopped and it was clear,

Her last rain was with Death as he came.

And Death loved her and took her.

Death was not up to her, not even her expecting it.

But the kiss in the last rain, so near to Death it had been,

Moved the lonely God, who now made her,

His dear friend with the other Gods.

- Vander

Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander. Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe if you didn’t know what fiction is!) and is in no relation to any actual entities).