I couldn't wait to get home after another day of getting up, going to work, coming home and hoping to just relax and enjoy the cool night after the heat of a typical summer day. I heard that there was a summer rainstorm coming and I couldn't wait to get home and turn off the lights in my bedroom and watch the walls light up whenever lightening struck. It was like nature putting on it's own light show just for me. I know to most people I seemed like a geek or boring but I enjoyed the little things in life, like the sound of the rain hitting my roof and windows and maybe enjoying the cool wind after the storm.
I got home just as the rain started coming down, which, considering the traffic and stopping for food was actually kind of lucky. So I ate pretty quickly, got another glass of wine and turned off the lights. I then opened the curtains and pulled the blinds to the one thing I truly loved about my house, my huge bedroom window. It seemed like you could see the entire Milky Way through this window. I strategically placed my biggest, comfiest armchair by the window, changed into a big t-shirt and panties and sat down to watch the show.
The rain started coming down so hard and fast I thought of Noah's Ark and wondered if I would have time to build one before we flooded. As I was thinking about the Ark I thought of the two of every mammal rule and kind of felt a little twinge of loneliness. I had been alone for a long time and hadn't been interested in anyone for a long time. Man, who was I kidding, I hadn't been asked out in a long while. I had always joked around with my friends that I could only handle one rejection a year and that was why I didn't date more often, but the truth was I just didn't have the guts to ask someone out either. So I sat there staring out the window, feeling sorry for myself when something out of the corner of my eye brought me out of it.
Through the rain I could make out someone in the window of the house across the street. I knew someone had moved in a recently and aside from seeing a man coming and going I hadn't thought much of it. I guess I should've gone over with a cake or cookies or something and introduced myself and welcomed him to the neighborhood. But being the coward I was I hadn't so here I was looking into his window on this dark and stormy night.
As I watched him I became transfixed and I couldn't stop watching him. He would look out at the sky, walk away come back look up again and up and down the street. I noticed that each time he came back he would have less and less clothes on. He started with a suit jacket, shirt, tie, slacks, you know, the usual stuff of the working businessman. Then he came back with his tie loose and no jacket. The next time he was in just his shirt and slacks. The next time was just the t-shirt and slacks. I thought I was seeing things but I was sure I saw his belt loose and just hanging on the loops. I thought, 'no way did I see that, I just imagined it.' So I got up and got my glasses so I could see a little better.
I sat there with my glasses on and suddenly felt like a peeping tom or stalker. He hadn't come back to the window for a long while anyway so I figured he was done for the night. Then, just as I was about to sit back and wait for the show to begin he reappeared, but this time he was at his sliding door. He was in just his t-shirt and boxers now. As I sat there watching he opened his door slightly and I could see his blinds fluttering and his hair blowing in the breeze. I felt my pulse quicken slightly when he took off his t-shirt.
