He hated the rain. It made him think and that was the last thing he wanted to do now. He kicked the tyre of his bike willing it to jerk back in action. To no avail. Cursing he dragged the vehicle to a nearby shed. Wiping his brow he noted that the rain had done a lot of damage to his brakes. It messed up the road, his bike and his peace of mind!
Leaning against the thin pole of the shed he closed his eyes. The loud pattering of the drops hitting the metal roof engulfed him. Swearing, he let his mind wander. The smell of the wet soil filled his senses bringing back her words, "I love the smell of the rain." "It is the most romantic smell ever!" she often said.
How could a smell ever be romantic? He often wondered.
Smiling to himself he remembered how she never spoke much sense. Not that she wasn't intelligent, she enjoyed-- he abruptly jerked.
He couldn't afford to think of her. Running his hand over his hair he kicked the tyre of his bike again.
Her thoughts were not easy to suppress!
***
She stood by her window watching the swift raindrops hit the puddle below. The whooshing wind had glazed the glass pane, she raised her hand to wipe it but ended up tracing his name instead.
Sighing she walked away from the window and sat down by her table. She loved dancing in the rain, smelling the fragrance of the vibrant and alive earth. She heard the door slam. It was her sister. She walked into the room drenched from head to toe.
"You missed it! The weather outside is awesome." she said lightly shaking the droplets out of her hair.
"I was not in a mood to get drenched." she said dismissively walking out the room.
"You are hardly in a mood to do anything nowadays." she heard her sister grumble.
She walked angrily ahead. How could she have not gone out in the rain? This never happened before. He hated the rain but she didn't. He hated a lot of things she conceded and came to a sudden halt.
With a shock of realization she remembered that she had traced his name on the window. What if her sister saw it?
Running back towards the room she flung the door open and rushed to the window. His name had faded into the mist. Just as he had faded from her life.
Tears welled in her eyes as she sank by the window.
***
The rain refused to stop. He took out his cellphone from his front pocket and with a gasp of horror realised that water had seeped into it. It did not need a genius to ascertain that it would never work again. He never hated the rain more.
"You hate the rain?" she had glared.
"Yes."
"You know nothing about happiness." she had said in a mock angry tone.
How little did they ever agree on. Yet when they did agree... it was Magical!
That is how they had ended the magic. Neither of them said it but they both understood and went their separate ways. Beyond the magic they knew that they were never meant to be. As an unspoken promise they never allowed the old familiarity to sink in.
The façade was on.
Coming back into present, he wondered if she was enjoying the rain somewhere. It would be just so like her to enjoy the droplets wash over her face and onto her outstretched hands.
He knew that she must be just as preoccupied with the rain as he was. Yet, was she enjoying it? The thought refused to go.
It was important to him that she enjoy the rain. And suddenly he felt an urgent need to be with her. To share the rain with her. The feeling was above any objection his mind put forward.
Unmindful of the people on the road, his sabotaged phone and his hate for the rain, he stepped out of the shed. The rain splattered on him.
He outstretched his hand and inhaled the fragrance of the wet soil.
***
The tears had dried on her face leaving their trail behind. She got up to wash her face when her phone started blinking. It was a number she did not recognize.
"Hello," said a voice that was a part of her soul.
"You?" she asked.
"This is not the time to be in the house. The smell of the rain is overpowering." he said urgently.
"Are you? Are you out in the rain." she asked with disbelief.
"Yes! And so should you be."
The line went dead.
A smile formed on the corners of her lips. Dropping the phone she ran out of the house.
***
He handed over the phone to the bewildered old lady.
"That was the life saving phone call you wanted to make?" she demanded angrily.
"Yes!" he smiled. "It saved our lives."
Saying so he ran in the direction of her house --- to share the rain with her.
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Leaning against the thin pole of the shed he closed his eyes. The loud pattering of the drops hitting the metal roof engulfed him. Swearing, he let his mind wander. The smell of the wet soil filled his senses bringing back her words, "I love the smell of the rain." "It is the most romantic smell ever!" she often said.
How could a smell ever be romantic? He often wondered.
Smiling to himself he remembered how she never spoke much sense. Not that she wasn't intelligent, she enjoyed-- he abruptly jerked.
He couldn't afford to think of her. Running his hand over his hair he kicked the tyre of his bike again.
Her thoughts were not easy to suppress!
***
She stood by her window watching the swift raindrops hit the puddle below. The whooshing wind had glazed the glass pane, she raised her hand to wipe it but ended up tracing his name instead.
Sighing she walked away from the window and sat down by her table. She loved dancing in the rain, smelling the fragrance of the vibrant and alive earth. She heard the door slam. It was her sister. She walked into the room drenched from head to toe.
"You missed it! The weather outside is awesome." she said lightly shaking the droplets out of her hair.
"I was not in a mood to get drenched." she said dismissively walking out the room.
"You are hardly in a mood to do anything nowadays." she heard her sister grumble.
She walked angrily ahead. How could she have not gone out in the rain? This never happened before. He hated the rain but she didn't. He hated a lot of things she conceded and came to a sudden halt.
With a shock of realization she remembered that she had traced his name on the window. What if her sister saw it?
Running back towards the room she flung the door open and rushed to the window. His name had faded into the mist. Just as he had faded from her life.
Tears welled in her eyes as she sank by the window.
***
The rain refused to stop. He took out his cellphone from his front pocket and with a gasp of horror realised that water had seeped into it. It did not need a genius to ascertain that it would never work again. He never hated the rain more.
"You hate the rain?" she had glared.
"Yes."
"You know nothing about happiness." she had said in a mock angry tone.
How little did they ever agree on. Yet when they did agree... it was Magical!
That is how they had ended the magic. Neither of them said it but they both understood and went their separate ways. Beyond the magic they knew that they were never meant to be. As an unspoken promise they never allowed the old familiarity to sink in.
The façade was on.
Coming back into present, he wondered if she was enjoying the rain somewhere. It would be just so like her to enjoy the droplets wash over her face and onto her outstretched hands.
He knew that she must be just as preoccupied with the rain as he was. Yet, was she enjoying it? The thought refused to go.
It was important to him that she enjoy the rain. And suddenly he felt an urgent need to be with her. To share the rain with her. The feeling was above any objection his mind put forward.
Unmindful of the people on the road, his sabotaged phone and his hate for the rain, he stepped out of the shed. The rain splattered on him.
He outstretched his hand and inhaled the fragrance of the wet soil.
***
The tears had dried on her face leaving their trail behind. She got up to wash her face when her phone started blinking. It was a number she did not recognize.
"Hello," said a voice that was a part of her soul.
"You?" she asked.
"This is not the time to be in the house. The smell of the rain is overpowering." he said urgently.
"Are you? Are you out in the rain." she asked with disbelief.
"Yes! And so should you be."
The line went dead.
A smile formed on the corners of her lips. Dropping the phone she ran out of the house.
***
He handed over the phone to the bewildered old lady.
"That was the life saving phone call you wanted to make?" she demanded angrily.
"Yes!" he smiled. "It saved our lives."
Saying so he ran in the direction of her house --- to share the rain with her.
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the rain never sounded this mysterious and awesome before !! :D
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