Rain Rain come here! More close, a bit near!!

I am sitting alone at the terrace. The moon is little brighter today. Wind blowing, moon glowing and I as usual, frowning and showing my discontentment to myself. Suddenly, it started raining.

“The best combo offer one can ever get is rain, night & moonlight.”

Many little drops are falling over me exciting my soul in their every touch. I am not moving from my position, still staring at the moon, but yeah not frowning anymore. My problems are just disappeared for some time.

“I always felt so uncomfortable being touched in love, lust or even in affection, with or without ill- intentions. I just don’t like being touched. The only touch I like is the touch of small droplets of rain. The love they shower is the love I need. I never understand the love of humans. They see the face, touch the body, marry the personality and then endure the soul whole life which is too biased and unfair! While the rain shower the love without seeing face, blossom the body, touches the soul, and love with pure heart forever!”

The devotion of rain is an example to humans. Once a drop touches a part of body, it dedicate itself to that part only and then doom forever!

Now, I am just lying there facing the black clouds observing the darkness of night and the tenderness of rain. Ouch! Suddenly, a big heavy drop of rain has fallen on my lips. Saying “Why are you kissing me?”, I blushed followed by sudden embarrasment. What If someone is observing me, from their terrace? Sometimes I do care about people a lot. And other sometimes I don’t give a damn! I am a confused personality. Confused like rain may be! When a rain drop falls from the clouds, it has many options to choose its destination. A small droplet of rain and the big huge earth! What a difficult and confusing decision!

But this droplet of rain which fell on my lips, has chosen me on this big earth. It sacrificed itself forever for just a kiss of me. What a love! Precious love! Oh rain!

It’s cold now, I am heading towards my room. Humans are too selfish. We care about us. We really don’t know how to love.

Bye love!

– ANTIKA PATHAK