Rain

The chemistry between the river, sea, sun, clouds, air and the mountains... the nature...

 

Rain always played a very special role in his life...

When he was a kid, he used to be out till it was raining... wanted to pour himself into the each drop of it... knowing he will be bitten up by his mom after he will get inside...

He used to pray all the time to let the rain happen.. even in the winters... so that he can see this amazing creation of the supermacy... to let it wet the sand... to let the pleasent smell of sand get inside him after the rain...

He had been told by the means of stories that even God cries... and the God cries when he is in too pain, or when he is too happy...

When in pain, its rain and storm... but when he is happy, it called as rain...

He believed that...

And he always wanted God to be happy... as happy so that he can cry... and so he can call that rain...

He always wanted to see all the green graas and trees dropping the blessings from their leaves after the end of rain...

It really meant the blessing for him...

He never put his umbrella on his head when going to school or coming back while it was raining...

Just protected his bag full of books...

When he was young, and in the college, he always had a walk in the rain when the other students didn't wanted to get their pair of clothes wet...

He always find himself in between the green fields, with his imaginary dog and horse whenevr there was rain...

He was known as a dreamer in all aspects...

Rain always made him happy... he always felt the beauty of life in that... one of the real gift from the nature... to keep everyone alive...

He remember he used to run in the rain... sort of jogging... people called him mad...

He remember he always used to go into the park to play football or cricket whenever it was raining...

He found some other mad people who were their to accompany him...

He remember that lonely basket ball ground in the college, always waiting for him whenever it was raining...

He always kept repeting the quote to his friends... "Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby"... some listened, some didn't...

He never missed the rain... it was amazing...

 

Before the spring came, she was gone... with her new rain-man... in the search of new life... new opportunities...

He never got a chance to hold her hand in the rain... to give her the most beautiful gift he could have given... to tell her that he don't want to let this rain ever stop... let it continue like this... forever... he will take care of everything else... he will resolve every problem of his and her life... just let the rain come once... wait for me... he didn't got a chance...

He don't like the rain now.. it hurts him... every drop of it hits him...

He is just sitting at the window... watching the rain... pouring the every bit of existence outside...

He can't go outside... he is scared to be wet... scared of rain... scared of what if someone hold his hand...

He can't do that... he don't want to let it happen... with him...

Its always the rain with the storm now... atleast for him...

And the rain... it's just hiding the tears from his face... that is the only purpose he has left with for the rain...

Few drops cames from his eyes... its raining... inside and outside... everyday... its rain for him, all the time, now and then... with storm...

He pray for everyone now... "Into each life, some rain must fall... without storm...”"

Rain... the chemistry between the river, sea, sun, clouds, air and the mountains... the nature... the storm... the him...

God Bless....