IN THE RAIN

He was walking in the rain to meet her. It has been a few months since his last visit to her. And this time, it was not to seek her wishes before starting something new; neither was it the monthly visit to honour the day she entered his life. Rather, it was just to tell her how much he missed her. To tell her how much he missed them dancing in the rain. To tell how badly he missed them cooking together, just to sit by each other, sipping sizzling tea and feeding one another. To remind her of the beautiful rainy evenings when they talked endlessly, watching the rain pour down, with her leaning against his shoulders.

He use to tell her how much he hated rains since she left him, and despite it, of the strong yearning to be with her. Being at home without her, he felt terrible during the pours, which is why he left out straight to her, even during the heavy pours. He poured his heart there, as intensely as the downpour, believing that she was right there listening to him. Perhaps, she really was, and maybe he saw her too. To think otherwise is to belittle the power of souls to stay connected beyond physical departure.

Talking to her, kissing the tomb, he walked back home. One his way back, he saw a man and a woman walking together, laughing and talking, holding hands. The rain dissolved his tears in it. But he was not alone; for who in the universe is lonely when he has somebody who has made his heart a home to dwell.

Rain is believed to intensify emotions, be it love, joy, or sorrow. But by being in the rain and feeling it on your skin, you live through those emotions once again.