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Did you
hear that song, playing in the background! It is going to rain when you
read this if not read when it rains. Did you hear the sound of those raindrops
hitting your windowsill knocking to open the door? That is when in someplace
somewhere he stood in the rain with an umbrella waiting for her.
Did she
come? It was already late in the evening, lights were dimming, and twilight was
masked by the drizzles. It was the same time and the same umbrella and of
course the same heart she refused to enter in. Rain has stopped, leaving all
around wet and no place to sit. Trees bathed, flowers were tired of getting
drenched in the water hanging on to the branches with no heart to leave the
tree.
Did you
hear her footsteps? No you cannot it is one among many for you but he could as
it is the only one his ears respond to. She walked with a backpack
hanging one side in her white attire matching the climate and the rain.
Drizzles fell on her forehead when she lifted her head to the sky. And
the sky smiled looking at her, it started raining. She ran towards him,
under the tree he stood drenched by the blowing wind acting as an agent of
rain.
Did she
walk into the umbrella? She stood a stop away from him; she knew it was
the same umbrella to the one she said ‘no’ sometimes back. Not to the
umbrella but to the one carrying. He signed to come near. Like a
mirage that turned to water she walked into the umbrella and held his hands
holding the handle. Why is it always the rain most romantic thing?
Can the rain and the earth is the right mixture for pheromone!
He knelt
before her on the wet earth on his both knees - a complete surrender. She
has put her finger in his wet hair putting him in trance. He closed his
eyes hypnotised with the softness of her finger tips. Touching her thighs with
his wet and shivering hands, his forehead fell on her tiny belly. A
strong wind crossed them making the tree shiver and shed the mixture of flowers
and rain drops over them. She lifted his head, knelt down in one knee
lifting him up, wiping the water over his face like a child.
Looking
into his eyes and her palms holding his cheeks he kissed her palms. She
nodded her head so that they could leave the place. They walked hand in
hand looking at each other’s eyes once in a while with a smile on their face
and love in their heart. A bunch of flowers fell on the place where they
stood and a branch watered with the falling drops over the flowers.
This nature is lustful; the only thing is the meaning is different.
