Rain

It was so cold, We wandered through the woods to seemingly nowhere. Just because. Not even talking, just walking. It was raining, it was a nice feeling. My sweater was soaked, pulling me down. Although my mind felt weightless. My makeup ran down my face into mascara tears. We looked lovely. We walked along the train tracks slipping on the little rocks. Our silly laughter of nothingness ringing in our ears. Over the white sound of the rain came distant screams of a train. We held on to each other oblivious to our chattering teeth and shaking fingers. We waited. Its blue front came around the trees, its lights caught on rain drops one after another. It flew past our faces; a passenger train, the people it held gawked at the children standing in the cold. From inside they watched our faces fly by theirs, and in a second they were gone. We were robbed of our breath, forcing us back. We burst. Everything was wonderful. Our smiles, not for a second slipped from our cold washed faces. We were so content, with everything, everyone. For a moment perhaps we were in love, with life, with being a teenager, with each other. Our eyes wide with amazement.
We laughed.

That was the happiest I’ve ever been
I was in love with everything