“Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes,
come on, let us sway together,
under the trees, and to hell with thunder.”
At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Its time for my evening walk but turns out it has started to rain heavily . Monsoon has finally arrived in Delhi with all its pomp and show( read lightning and thunder ). I wish it stays for some time because maybe it reminds me of you.
Just some days ago when it suddenly started to rain at noon, I went out in the balcony. The drops felt hard on the skin and initially it felt cold too but as the time passed , I was already part of the whole play of nature. The earthy fragrance of the moist soil, the wind blowing through the leaves of the trees making them whistle, the little birds whom I occasionally feed Bajra taking shelter on the branches, scared ; the children playing silly games with the wipers and mothers trying to snatch it from them :Splash! Splash!
And you, I felt you in the rain . Your touch, I felt your touch in the rain. Every drop that fell on my head, travelling through a strand of my hair, making a curve along my ear , when reached my heart ; enlivened every morsel of my being in this world. The wet T -shirt clung to my skin as if you had wrapped your arms around me and I could sink my head in your chest. And when I stretched my arms wide, shutting my eyes at the grey thundering sky, I tasted you in every single raindrop that fell on my lower lip.
Monsoon is the most romantic season, people used to say. I experienced it just now. How thankful I am to you . You have conquered my soul. What else do you seek now?
I am waiting .
And did I say- I love you.