Rain was brief. It came and went and left behind a humid in the sky. Night songs of the summer restored again to full and clear of their cadence and tones. He listened still, feeling the humid-heavy of the air, finishing cigar in place of rest, and when it finished, he rose.
He went inside and stripped the day—dirt and sweat on cover of clothes and set to making clean, washing self of the day was done, clean and new, ready to begin again.
When he was clean, in leave of the shower, he found Anna lying there, waiting in their bed, in offering—atonement—reconciliation in their love.
From pause of storm, thunder sounded again, rolling through the sky in speak through window’s open, heavying the air in room, presence of a tension, in wait for storm’s release.
Candles lit in bedstand place and framing of their bed; she in softness of their light, lightning’s hint in sky and room; smile’s spread as he moved in near and rain sounded once again, gentle in the fall, gentle in the free, as they restored in love’s embrace.