Kisses on My Skin

The sun wasn't up just yet as I was tying my shoes, when I heard it. The unmistakable, soothing sound of rain gently pelting my metal roof. Ahhh... 

Living in the desert has given me such a different perspective on rainy days than when I grew up in Virginia. There was just so much of it there. Here, it is most welcome; precious, even.

I grabbed my lightweight, orange hiking jacket, and headed out the door. Now granted, it wasn't exactly a downpour, and eventually I had to decide if I wanted to be wet with sweat from wearing that extra outer layer, or damp with rain without it. I'd rather be wet than hot, given a choice, so I peeled off the jacket, and tied it around my waist.

All of the rainy day songs drifted through my thoughts.

The Carpenters' "Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down." Nothing down about today, though, so that didn't fit. "Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head." True enough, but the drops were so small, they were barely big enough to call them drops. 

"Singing in the Rain." "Laughter in the Rain." I was just missing the laughter, and the one I love, so I could walk hand-in-hand. My personal favorite, Kenny Chesney's "There's Something Sexy about the Rain" has to be my favorite song about the rain.

"There's something sexy about the rain

She said as it came pouring down

It feels like kisses on my skin

She spread her arms and spun around."

As I walked down the bike path, I noticed the smell of damp earth and wet grass. I felt the soft rain as it touched my shoulders, cheeks, and arms. Did it feel like kisses on my skin? With a little imagination, and when I closed my eyes, yes, the rain felt like the gentlest of kisses. 

Today's walk happened without my cell phone. I didn't use my Runkeeper app or talk to a friend. I just wanted to be in that moment, and I'm glad I did. It was just the rain and I this morning, sharing kisses under the wide, grey sky. 

When I returned home, my hair was flat and my clothes were damp, but my heart was full, and my thoughts were light. Kenny's right, there's just something sexy about the rain.

There's Something Sexy about the Rain

 There's something sexy about the rain

She said as it came pouring down
It feels like kisses on my skin
She spread her arms and spun around
In a summer island storm
In a field of sugarcane
She taught me how and showed me why

There's something sexy about the rain
And sometimes it rained all night
And everything she did was perfect
And every way we were was right
We loved like there was no tomorrow
Then suddenly tomorrow came
And it was raining at the airport
And kept on raining on the plane

She only loved me for a season
But my heart won't ever be the same
Even now her love's the reason

There's something sexy about the rain
And sometimes when it's pouring down
I feel her kisses on my skin
I spread my arms and spin around
And let that summer island storm
Hit me like a hurricane
It's like she's right here whispering
There's something sexy about the rain

She followed me back to the city
In a picture in my mind
She's still young and she's still pretty
And even after all this time

There's something sexy about the rain
She said as it came pouring down
It feels like kisses on my skin
She spread her arms and spun around
In a summer island storm
In a field, in a field of sugarcane
She taught me how and showed me why
There's something sexy about the rain

She taught me how and she's still why
There's something sexy about the rain
Something sexy about the rain
Feels like kisses on my skin
In a summer island storm
Something sexy

BY KENNY CHESNEY AND DONALD EWING