Friday Flash Fiction - Rain

Rain fell against the bedroom window, tapping out a sexy rhythm the lovers moved too. Every thrust and withdrawal timed to match the slow sound of the Angel’s weeping. The writer in her ached to put words to the perfectness of the moment. Hot, sweaty, furious, pounding, delectable…. The woman she was begged the writer to shut up and enjoy the moment. Live outside her head for now and feel the highs her husband was taking her too. They had so little time left. Time she needed to say goodbye. She prayed the rain would continue long enough for her to wash away the pain and loss of their end.