First Rain

Rain pattering... Pin-drop silence...? It was the joy for first rainfall of the year which paused everyone, all hassles of the morning, the stampede of freshening up, everything gone in vain. My one hand was acquired by the novel, another was out of the window kissed by drops looking like the glinting pearl, each raindrop was the drop that kissed your skin in those days when we were together, me and you, forever. With such grace of emotions, while I was referring to the novel, I found a rose with shattered petals resting on the right side of the page hiding some sugar-candy description of a lass. Soon overflowing nostalgiac moments encircled me in a never-ending loop, as I encountered with the remembrancer he gave me. For a moment I became numb, only my heartbeat was audible to me. Slowly a sweet rhyme sung by tiny tiny droplets knocked on my ears, reviving me from the stage of deadpan. Have you ever been through such a feeling, when everything feels right, when the world goes wrong but your heart cherishes positive energy sweetening every second, every minute of your circumambient ? I smiled wistfully. Memories are often invoked by a fragrance, for me his odor that was still alive in the dead pale body of that rose retrieved, mesmerizing the time he was with me. I felt warm, cheerful waves of love made me refreshed from inside. Soon I found you beside me, with blazing smile on your face and avery eyes. A hand on my shoulder another grabbed the waist, that feeling was blissful evocation of time spent with you. How I loved those days when we walked on the side of the road for hours and simply talked, laughed, and made silly jokes. Those were the days my love, and I enjoyed each second spent with you.

Shit.... I am going crazy, offcourse who won't be if they have you. I wish those days could be back bringing the love we made.