The Skies Will Be Blue

Today’s post is the 11th instalment of CB and PB’s story.

Welcome to Life and Random Things. My posts are not all stories, but this short story experiment has a life of it’s own and new story ideas do pop up occasionally. 

The first post was Spread Your Wings . – If you are new to my blog, I hope you will enjoy all of the short episodes and you can use the link above to start at the beginning and you don’t spoil the story progress for yourself. –

Thank you for your interest. Sincerely – David ♥


Ravi and Marie drove five minutes

from town to a path that trailed along Trout Creek.  The path was light gravel and wound up and down and around but always within earshot of the bubbling sounds of water.


Hand in hand, minutes passed without either saying a word as their shoes crunched along the path. Ravi and Marie loved these moments of peace and calm, each so comfortable in the silence.  The warm touch from holding each other’s hand was all the conversation Ravi and Marie needed.  So much unspoken, yet nothing was unsaid.

The skies above them were blue, and their hearts were light.

Behind them they heard the low rumble of thunder.  Marie checked over her shoulder, looking back the clouds were coming from the west which looked dark, and promised rain.

Just cloudy today CB, I checked the weather before we left” Ravi said with confidence.

Marie stopped and they both stood listening together.

More rumbling, long grumbling thunder and the clouds were closer and darker.

I just felt a raindrop, back to the car quick!” -laughed Marie, “Run!

A wild and cheerful “wahoo!” and they began jogging together along the path, the rain was already gathering in intensity, each one revelling in the adventure.

The weather could not abscond with their enjoyment of the day, never !

When the raindrops bounced and were more like a waterfall than a shower, they hid together under evergreens. The tree boughs above them were like tall impenetrable umbrellas.

Hair, eyelashes and shirts all wet,

they clung together huddling below the tree, Ravi’s back to the tree’s rough trunk.   Ravi loved his arms around Mari and her wet hair was below his chin, her hair smelled fresh like mint. They were grinning and smiling like lottery winners, water drops on her eyelashes.

Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it’s only right
To think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy together

Finally after spurts of running, and hiding under trees, they arrived at Ravi’s car.

blur car droplets drops

Photo by Kourosh Qaffari on

A feast inside his car awaited them, a thermos of coffee, cinnamon buns and trail mix (which had chocolate covered almonds!).

Steam rising from their cups, their faces beamed.


If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together

The radio soon came on and the windows fogged up with their body heat as they watched the rain roll down the windshield.

I can’t see me lovin’ nobody but you
For all my life
When you’re with me, baby the skies’ll be blue
For all my life

It was a beautiful day, to Ravi and Marie – The Skies Were Blue 

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together * Happy Together – released March 1967 by The Turtles


About dfolstad58

I live in the South Okanagan. BC. I enjoy reading, exercise, toastmasters. spending time with my son, my daughter, & her husband , and my patient wife. I try to respond personally to every comment on my blog, and in this way I hope to get to know my readers a little bit and and am able to thank readers for their encouragement on what they liked and suggestions on what they would like to see me try in order to improve.
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4 Responses to The Skies Will Be Blue

  1. Susan says:

    Such a beautiful story Ravi. ❤

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  2. When – and why – do we ever lose our childhood joy of getting caught in the rain?


    • dfolstad58 says:

      What a lovely comment. I guess I can admit I am still a kid, ha ha. I remember connecting the puddles on the field during recess, and making a dam. Then the bell would ring!


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