Written For Julie.
The evening had gone very well indeed. They’d enjoyed their meal on the terrace of the restaurant, something you could only do in weather like this. The sun had shone all day and it had been warm that evening.
Now Dave and Julie were in the car on the way back. Clouds had started to gather in the distance and it looked like a storm was heading in. The sky started to darken even more, no longer the diffuse light of a summer evening, but the threatening, heavy atmosphere, that accompanied thunderstorms.
They had about 50 miles to go and driving down the country lanes made the situation slightly less enjoyable than the drive out.
The sky was turning grey and green, with purples and orange on the horizon were the sun had just gone down. The first raindrops fell on the windscreen, small at first but within seconds they became very large, exploding against the glass. Dave put the windscreen wipers on full but could only just see the road ahead so he slowed down. The wind had started to pick up by now and together with the rain it lashed the car, blowing leaves and twigs against it and covering the road with debris.
Dave slowed the MG down even more, squinting to see through the waterfall of water running down the windscreen.
The lashing rain and spay was too much the sports car and the engine died and the car rolled to a stop. “Shit, shit, shit, that’s done it, water in the system”.
“What we going to do now” Julie asked calmly.
“Well, we could sit it out in the car, but this looks like a big storm and I’m not happy about waiting here until a tree falls on us. On the other hand what other options are there”.
They both peered out of the windows into the almost black countryside.
Dave tried his mobile phone but the storm was probably affecting it because he got no response.
“Come on, lets go for that barn over there” said Julie. “Its about a hundred meters. Grab the blanket behind you and we’ll make a dash for it”.
“Sounds like it’s worth trying, ok, let’s go”.
Dave removed the keys, grabbed the blanket and they both opened their door. After closing his door, he ran round to Julie and they ran towards the barn.
It took them about 30 seconds to reach the door. Dave pulled the door open and they ran inside.
They were soaked. They turned and looked around for a light switch and found one on the doorpost. Dave flicked the switch and two dim lights came on, one just above them and another at the other end of the barn.
Dave and Julie stood there looking at each other. Their clothes were stuck to their skin. Dave’s shirt had turned from light blue to almost purple and Julie’s summer dress was clinging to her body, her nipples showing through the cloth.
Their eyes started to adjust to the light and they continued their search for a suitable place to sit out the storm that was still raging outside. Luckily, as often times is the case with summer storms, it wasn’t all that cold, in fact the temperature had not dropped all that much at all.
As they walked through the barn they noticed a stairway leading up.
“Shall we see what’s up there?” Dave pointed up the stairs and took Julie’s hand and led her up the stairs. At the top they entered a hayloft, also dimly lit with one large lamp hanging from the rafters.
On one side of the loft were bales of hay stacked neatly one on top of the other, while on the other side was a