Predictable Rain, Unpredictable Me
It's been a while since I stood under the rain. It's been a while, no.. it's been so long. Sitting in my balcony, admiring the soothing sound of raindrops, inhaling earthy scent and then rushing downstairs to get drenched in the cozy effect in brings. When the heart feels heavy with thunderstorms roaring inside, the raging heart uproars for a rain; a downpour to douse the flame burning deep inside. Thus the emotions weighing hard lose their strength and neutralize its effect. I crave for it at times, I need it. Rain is offen associated with the emotions we carry inside. Once it had a romantic past, where I played in rain with people around me; an epitome of happiness. Now I stand in rain alone, tears rolling down, making conscious efforts to hide it from strange eyes. Rain is still the same, marking it's arrival every year at the speculated time, while I'm the inconsistent and unpredictable.