
A walk in the rain
I used to hate the rain. Abrupt, unwanted and unwelcome. A chaotic scenario prevailed escorting. Running for shelter, not wasting a second cursing it. Half wet clothes, overflowing roads and uncertainty of facing the same, again. But, one fine day, you were by my side and the chaos didn’t bother me. Holding hands under one umbrella, helping each other escape the possible splashes. Being wet felt good this time, and the rain drops were the messenger. The momentary dilemma came creeping in, you’re more beautiful or the rain? And certainly then, your smile established the obvious fact. I fell for you more every time your voice touched my heart, ears being the medium. Every step with you was a bliss. I was glad, thankful and overwhelmed by that rain. Yeah, things always change, but sometimes, there are these certain, precious moments that changes you, for once and for all. You always cherish them with utmost happiness, each moment running vividly inside your head, and deep down, wishing for the same, for one last time and always.
