It all started with the change of rising foggy sun with dropping drizzle. Heading towards the window, smelling the fragrance of loam and welcoming breeze, I sighted my morning with rain blessings. All around my sight was like the faint of the brightness and rise of smoky shades. First rain of the season. The sleepy eyes shone and lifted spark to sweep the doze and jump with the joy of heart. I felt the wetness with the notion where clouds rolling their linn down, not just to the soil but millions of hearts suffering love and pain.
A mug of coffee across the window and treasure of thoughts, all that combos with the partnership of rain. The question was set in many minds, what was brought with this freezing breeze and dank silence. The rays of smiles or salt aid for pain. My thoughts travel to say yes to both. Where every drop of rain touches the heart so deeply and bonds up with it, stories of the core are shared with this partner. Even the loneliest person procures a friend to talk with. This might be why the heart double ups the joy with sway and cries out the silent throe to live up again.
The color of red was spreading in many hearts under the grey sky. Yes, the rain brought the rainbow of romance. The lovers were sinking in the feeling of love. Thinking about their partner or talking with them. When thoughts drive them to feel the reality and the presence of the love beside them. The drops which wet the hearts of thousand and the dances around. The feelings also dance like music in the drops. Everything feels likes heaven to jump and fly. But... where are the broken hearts...? They, too, live and experience the same rain, the same raindrops. But what differs is their feelings. The pain was disturbed like the water of rain had salt in it. We can say that the rainwater touched and became tears of pain. The letters were unfolded again. The rose slipped down from the memory of the book, dead. The window corner had the special reservation where the hours felt like one moment, still and moving. Here the dark and thunders were happening outside with blast and inside with silence, yet too destructive.
The rain showed phases to many people but in different ways and different feelings. Good for a few and painful for a few. The balance was never the same.
The smiles of the hearts on the face can be seen under this rain, but the tears are hidden. It all takes our ardent but have ever wondered how it drops down... It is actually not going with science but the view of beauty, the azure sky turning its face to inky shades, and tears growing out from driblet. Were these the tears of happiness or ripped up with pain... I was curious to know this, so my thoughts route my steps beyond the threshold to hold the rain in my arms to understand and grab Amity.
- Saloni Bane
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