After The Rain Nov06

After The Rain

Coral sat at her desk where she should be writing the ending to that too long awaited story about her recent trip to Florida, but the memory of it brought her to the verge of tears again.  Just write a conclusion and be done with it, she urged herself.  Instead she still sat looking out of the window reliving it. The sun was throwing warm air into her room and she fought back by pulling down the shade.  Coral was not in the mood to enjoy the sun while her heart was all the way across the country in the cool Florida rain.   It had rained for most of her short stay at the Grand Hotel in Orlando. Rain didn’t bother Jeff in fact he loved it.  He explained it right at the beginning, “It’s because the everyday Florida rain is different.  It covers you with cool tears of joy.  You have to come out and walk in it to begin to understand what I mean.” He took her by the hand and brought her to his side with his wide cheerful smile that warmed her more than the sunshine and almost as immediately as the light rain surrounded them, Jeff bent close and whispered, “Do you feel what I do, the fresh air, the cool drops touching your face.  This is not a hurricane, Coral, it is not even a storm, it’s just plain and simple, soft, everyday, rain. They came to a bench facing the sand and with a cursory brush of the damp seat, they sat and watched the gentle drops pit the sand lightly and disappear.  The water rolled in gathering the drops into the gentle swells that broke just before reaching the sand. And Jeff explained that too....