November 2014 ~ Ey Wade's~ When Clouds Touch

“ I knew in my soul, I loved you before we ever met.”

Paisley has dreamed of this
connection all of her life. Held him in
every pulse of her heart. Glimpsed him from the corner of her
Eyes. Like wisps of the future - drifts from past.
Malachi chased her in his dreams ....
Across a life time. Seeing, but never touching.

And that’s how they lived life, continuously rushing past destiny.
Reaching for each other, only to have their steps redirected.

When clouds touch, it becomes an affair of the heart. Will the heart be strong
enough to accept the challenge?

When Clouds Touch is the embodiment of a story of soul mates, Paisley and Malachi.
Destined to meet since before birth, their story wraps us somewhere between loving and caring, wanting the best for someone, while wanting to see them happy, even when it is risky and they must obey the demands of family.
Paisley, a woman of Japanese decent, living with Albinism and heart disease, is meek, yet makes no apologies for seeking what she yearns. Hiding behind the protective fold of her wagasa, she yearns for freedom from her overprotective parents and the love of a man she's known only in her dreams, even at the cost of her health.
Malachi, a man who has visions of meeting an elusive shadow, uses his sense of humor and sensitive side to build their relationship. He's determined to win her love, even against the wishes of her parents.

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Transparent Beauty~When Clouds Touch #romance @atsuko12

I love photographers who can tell a story through a single shot, Atsuko12, is one such an artist. As a matter of fact her photo of leaves reflecting through the folds of a wagasa, is one of the inspirations of When Clouds Touch. The ability to protect while being transparent enough to show life, is what drew me to the picture and bought this scene into my mind.~~

"Tell me you love me, Paisley. " “Aishiteiru, Malachi. I love you.” Without a pause or a second thought, she obeyed his command. He paused for a moment after snapping the shot, living the dawning knowledge revealed in her eyes that the statement was true. What was said casually now showed intensely and beckoned him into that reality.

“Mujhe bhi tumse iskh huwa hai, I have also fallen in love with you.” Malachi fell to his knees, crawling to her as if being reeled in by a lifeline. Until their lips touched, melded, and their combined breath became a sustaining life force, one for the other.

He felt her hands caress his back, his chest, fingers at the buttons of his shirt and he mimicked them, his fingers steadier and quicker, released the buttons at the top of her dress, pulling short when the gap revealed the tiny lace bra underneath. He flicked its front opening, exposing her flesh to his view – a sight immediately covered with his mouth. His need to be closer overwhelming his conscious mind which was telling him to move slower. But it wasn’t his mind, ruling him, it was her hands doing the directing, creating the momentum and he followed her emotions, her rush to fulfillment by caressing her touching her until she lost her control and cried out for him to stop.

He rolled to his back, breathing hard, chastising himself for trying to rush her, expecting to see the sky and realized they were shielded from the elements by the red panels of the umbrella. Its protection allowing only the softest light from the sun through, casting a soft glow on everything. He watched her as she adjusted her clothing, loving the pink on her skin, like the shell of a pearl.

“Is this how it always is under your umbrella, Paisley? Glimpses of light, beautiful color, shadows of leaves, silhouettes of birds, peaceful?”

Paisley lay quiet for a moment, then reached over to button his shirt and rest her head on his chest. Looking through the paper and seeing the world for the first time through his vision. The change in perception made the world a different place, one she had never really noticed.

“I rarely look up when I’m walking. It would probably be a little dangerous. My wagasa had always been my protection, my way of hiding from the world while spying on its way of living. Basically, it has been a tool. You are constantly showing me its real duty is that of love, Malachi. I don’t think I will ever see it the same again. Sobo wanted me to be able to go out and enjoy myself, little did I know she meant, grab a guy and make love under it.”

“I’m sure that’s not what she meant and I better not catch you under this umbrella with anyone else but me.” Kissing her quick, he pulled her to her feet, grabbing blanket and umbrella and pushing them in her hands. “Let’s go, it’s starting to rain.”

Collecting the picnic basket, he followed her footsteps to the car, laughing as they barely closed themselves within before the downpour

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"...this wordsmith artist now crafted a story of opposites who see each other before they are aware then reconnect when all odds are against them.
The writing is lyrical, the settings though seemingly ordinary, extraordinary. Yet this reader was moving along so swiftly to discover what would happen moment by precious moment that only now can I admit that this author is an immense talent.
As if I were to step into a room to view a priceless Monet of words, I stand in awe of her work! I know that in reading each book, you will discover that it is uniquely a one of a kind rhapsody composed by this gifted author who carved out the notes as a sculpture would if they were instead a writer.
Yes, if Michelangelo were an author, I believe he would have read ‘When Clouds Touch” and wish he had written this novella!"

~ Paula Rose Michelson