Saving Rain

by Kelsey Kingsley

“I know what to do with pain, Ray,” I said, keeping my tone barely above a whisper. “Give yours to me. Let me carry it, so you don’t have to anymore.”

“I see my hope,” I answered, letting the shirt drop to the floor. “I see my dreams.” I undid my pants and pushed them down low on my hips. “I see my salvation and redemption.”

“I see the stars,” I continued, rolling against her gently, moving like the spilling waves against Connecticut’s rocky shore. “I see the way they pierce the darkness with light, making the night beautiful when it would otherwise be haunting and terrible.”