In The Rain

I'm standing here and thunder rumbles in the distance, and rain is falling hard. I have a decision to make, but I'm too scared to choose the decision I want. I'm not afraid of the person, I'm afraid of the aftermath. My clothes and my hair is drenched, and my breathing gets heavier. I'm looking at his outstretched hand, waiting for me to put my hand in his. I want to put my hand in his, and I want to follow his lead. He cocks his head to the side, as if he's trying to read me. My thoughts. My hesitance. I'm thinking about the aftermath. I'm cold. His embrace looks inviting. I put my hand in his and he pulls me close and wraps his arms around me. His shirt is wet, soaked, and he is cold. I shiver....He opens the car door and I sit in the car, exhausted, cried out, and weak. Too tired and weak to fight anymore, too cried out to cry anymore, sick of running. Time to play the game of fate, faith, and trust. I am scared silly, to put my heart in man's possession....But I have done it before, and when it was handled carelessly, did I not get back up again? Did the pieces of my heart not fall back together again? So what makes this so different? In my mind I think I can't survive another heartbreak, but I know I can. But who wants to go through the motions of that? I'm sitting here weak and weary, exhausted from fighting and running from this man's love. And he just kept chasing me......I just kept running and now I am all run out. So here he has caught me in the rain. Standing here, rain falling all over me, soaking wet. Catching my death. I give up. I'm sitting here with him beside me in this car....And he says...."I promise you....I promise...You will not regret spending the rest of your life with me".