Nigel stood in front of the large plate glass window, looking to the southwest. He always did like watching thunder storms move in. There was just something about them that invigorated him. He always liked the way the wind picked up as if to sweep all the loose debris ahead of the storm. It seemed to him to help cleanse his soul the same way the winds were cleansing the land. The approaching storm made him feel so alive and renewed.
Allison stood peering out her front door, eyeing the same dark line of approaching clouds. Allison had never liked storms. The lightening in all it's power and terror and the thunder that assaulted her ears only made her jump in fright. Ever since she was a little girl and the powerful storm came through blowing over the large Live oak tree she had her tree house in she has never liked the wind.
Allison glanced over at her computer trying to decide wether to turn it off or not.
"I really should turn it off in case lightening should decide it wants to eat it, but Nigel is supposed to meet me online here in a few minutes. I do wished he would hurry up."
Allison moved over to the computer and was about to switch it off when she noticed Nigel's nick name appear on her screen. Jumping to the keyboard quickly, she begins to type in a message for Nigel.
"Hey I am so glad to see you. This storm has me really scared."
"Why should you be scared?"
"Because I don't like storms."
"I love them."
"Well I wished I weren't alone right now. I am shaking like a leaf."
"Want me to come hold your hand?", Nigel typed in jokingly.
"YES I DO!", came Allison's reply.
"You are serious aren't you?"
"Dead serious. How long would it take you to get over here?"
"Well if I left right now it would only be a few minutes."
"Well get your butt over here, I really need some company."
"OK I am on my way then."
"Well step on it."
With that her handle disappeared off of Nigel's computer screen. Nigel turned off his machine and rushed to his car. The rain was beginning to sprinkle lightly on his wind shield. Still he made good time though and soon pulled up in Allison's drive.
Seeing Nigel's car as it pulled in, Allison rushed out of the door. When she got to him she quickly flung her arms around him.
"Hold me, please."
Nigel could feel her trembling in his arms.
"She really is afraid of this storm.", he thought to himself.
Allison's trembling died down slightly and she looked into his eyes.
"I really do appreciate you coming over here.", she punctuated her statement with a kiss, as the rain picked up in intensity.
Nigel was enjoying this reward when Allison shivered violently again. He suddenly realized they were standing in a driving rain.
"As much as I am enjoying this, we had better move inside before the real rain gets here."
"Yes we should. I am beginning to shiver from the cold rain."
So they quickly moved into the house.
"Look at you.", Allison commented , "You are soaked and don't have any dry clothes."
"Oh I will be alright, but if you need to change then please do so."
"I think I will at least get out of these wet clothes."
With that she disappeared into her bed room. Nigel turned to watch the mounting storm outside the window. Lightening was beginning to rumble in the distance.
"Good," he thought, "Might get to see a show from this storm yet."
Allison appeared back in the room wearing a Terri cloth bath robe and holding another.
"Why don't you change out of those wet things and put this on. I will make us something to drink. Then I will pop your clothes into the dryer for you."
"OK that sounds like a good idea to me."
Allison pitched him the bathrobe and motioned into her bedroom.
"You can change in there if you want. Just bring me your wet things when you come out."
"Thanks Allison." Nigel said as he moved towards her opened door.
"Oh and while you are at it will you bring my wet clothes as well I will dry all of them at the same time. I don't want them to sour."
"No problem.", Nigel said with a smile.
Nigel went on into the bedroom while Allison moved to the kitchen. He could hear her in the kitchen opening up cabinets and rattling dishes as she set about to make the coffee.
Quickly stripping off his wet clothing, Nigel slipped on the robe and stooped to pick up all of the wet ones that were laying in a pile on the floor.
"Where do you want these?", he said, as he entered the kitchen.
"Oh just pile them in front of the dryer and I will stick them in here in a sec."
Nigel walks out to the washroom and piles the wet soggy clothes in front of what he thought was the dryer. When he walked back into the kitchen the smell of brewing coffee came to his nose.
Turning as he entered, Allison spoke up, "Cream and Sugar?"
"Just Sugar, please. I like my coffee like I like my women."
"What Black?", she chided with an ear splitting grin.
"No I was thinking sweet and hot."
"Oh I can be sweet and hot, but I don't think I can manage to change colors."
"Oh I don't know we might can turn you black with some dye or something."
"I don't think so. That type of coloring doesn't work or usually come off."
"Oh well color doesn't make the woman."
Allison poured two cups of coffee when it had finished brewing and handed one to Nigel.
Nigel took the offered cup from Allison and placed the warm cup against his lips.
